^^ The amazing spice and herb room. Read below about our experience in here. ^^^^ We committed a crime, and ate at McDonalds. Please don’t judge me, read below and you will understand why.^^wearing: miu miu sunglasses, f21 blouse, zara jeans, boutique sandals
What a day!!! We were thrown into the city, Marrakech. We didn’t speak the language and did not know where to begin to exploring so took a horse and cart tour. Our guide was so helpful and lovely. Funny story… I was suffering with allergies, my nose and eyes were streaming, so we asked our lovely guide to take us to the nearest pharmacy. We were not expecting what happened next. We walked into a room with herbs and spices everywhere and were greeted by a little man in a white coat. He sat us down and after explaining my symptoms he was a whirlwind round the shop, plucking spices and rolling them into a little ball. Next thing I know he shoves the ball up my nose and instructs me to “breath.” Then pulls it out and plops it up my other nostril. “Breath. No. Breath deeper.” He then turns on Jordan, who by the way completely fine, and did the same thing to him. After he swirls round and swishes this black suff in my eye line, before I can feel it or even blink, both eyes were done. “See, very good. Makeup and medicine.” Slightly scared and impressed we left the little twirling mand his herbal room. Thankfully he helped, a lot. We jumped back on our carriage, and then I needed the toilet. Tip: don’t use the toilets in Morocco. They have a bucket to wash your hands, and no toilet roll. If you get my drift. Along our carriage ride we stopped at an abandoned palace. The tiles and gardens were stunning. I really, really, really, REALLY, want to live in a Moroccan palace. I can now see why Charlotte was desperate for me to bring her back a Moroccan sink and tiles. We went to a fixed price Moroccan market place afterwards and oogled at the goodies, rugs, hats, baskets… paradise. OK, confession, we ate a McDonalds. I was too scared to eat local as the smells and look of the blood and guts of animals alongside the food made me feel rather queasy. Its been a beautiful, smelly, colourful day. Oh, my clothing was bright to match the colours of Morocco. My sandals are either lesbian sandals according to Camilla, or Jesus sandals according to Charlotte, either way I love them.