Nightmare of travelling in Morocco with a local girl and finding a Hotel
nightmare of travelling in morocco with a local girl and finding a hotel
i have a girl in tanger (tangier) which i have to visit once a while, ryanair makes it possible.
a skinny 23 years old young sweety working in a factory, unfortunately she is not good in languages and her main sentences are 'comme tu veu- as you like' and 'je ne sais pas- i don't know'. anyhow, we headed to marrakech as she never visited this town. i opted for the night train a sleeper. the man at the ticket counters asked:
'why don't u take 4 tickets and u have the whole compartment for your own? '
'we are two and she is from morocco, no problem? ' i asked?
'no problem' he replied.
i paid 1400 dirham with a 50 dh extra for his nice recommendation. our journey started nicely. romantic views through the window, moon and stars ahead, the coast rushing by. holding hands, some little more, but not too much as the apartment could not be locked (of course).
i remembered a traveler hotel 'la toulousian' in marrakech and i had thought that's a place to start to get our 2 rooms. once i hear that if a girl has its i'd card with a residence in another town, she has a right to be accommodated. well far off. the receptionist's face got hard when he saw us and denied my request for 2 rooms:
'nous sommes tous complet – we are fully booked! '
'up to when? ' i asked back.
'all the time', i asked him to sit down my girl with our luggage, he reluctantly admitted. i continued the streets and arrived a large complex 'boston hotel' but no entrance was visible. i approached a man with greasy face pushing his motobecane moto, he instantly explained he is a teacher in the building next. he was delighted to have a conversation with me.
'this hotel don't go, you will regret it', was his warning.
'why? '
'noisy nightclub downstairs, and some other things also! ' he replied. 'are you alone? ' he continued.
'no, with a girl from here. '
'la femme maroccaine, see'est la mort- woman from morocco means death! the worse on earth. you are crazy! ' he threatened. i left him quickly after revealing this unpleasant message. actually there was no entrance for the hotel because it was closed.
continued the 'hotel franco-belge'. a simple place i stayed some years before. the hotel did not exist anymore, trucks for a new construction were busy coming and going at this place.
i arrived at 'hotel de voyageur', a simple place i stayed before too. its run by an old and religious lady, but she knew me. that's what is counting in maroc. a receptionist said yes he has 2 rooms. 170dh each. when he saw the i'd card i presented, he changed his mind and said he has to ask permission from the owner, but she is not here'.
my bad mood started to get worse, i got even the idea to take the night train back to tanger were we had our apartment. i continued to a lousy place called 'hotel oasis'. a sleepy guy showed me the apartment like rooms. 350dh each. when he saw the i'd from my girl he changed his mind, 'you better go to a hotel! '
tried 'hotel el hamra'. we agreed for 2 rooms. when the receptionist hears that one of us was moroccan, he consulted his colleague and the other said 'we are expecting a football group who took the whole hotel, sorry'. what a ridiculer excuse. bloody liars i said to myself!
i arrived at a more expensive hotel. two girls with a veil (hijaab) worked at the reception. two rooms à 500da were available and when i presented the girls i'd card, the receptionist did not pose any question. i got the room on the 4th floor. the other room was 1st floor. i asked for a room at the same floor? 'we don't have'. for a little second i got suspicious, but i got accommodation, that what counted. i fetched my girl, she was worried i let her alone for more than an hour at the 1st place. we checked in, an unpleasant room boy (well he was already about 60 years old) spoke to her in arabic. later she told me he told her never to come to my room on 4th floor. later i knocked at my girls room, the unpleasant room boy instantly approached and watched me talking to my girl at her door. forget it.
in the afternoon i passed the railway station to find our tickets back for next evening! let's leave this impossible place. just for curiosity i asked at another reception of a hotel nearby the station, a clean modern new hotel. i stayed in this hotel for a night before. i explained the case, our bad experience in the hotel. he laughs, not in our place, you check in, you get rooms in same floor, you can do whatever you want. 800dh per room, yes we have two last rooms left. this idea inspired me. what to do with the train tickets i already bought? i needed some time to think about it. i took my cute girl and we showed up at the reception to book. ups weekend, the last room was gone. he asked for my fon number, to call me if there is any cancellation of room? of course he did not call. but still the last event was at least kind of refreshing after all this bullshit.
john.
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some curious thing at night: we visit 'monte cristo' a sophisticated lounge and bar with life band music and events over several floors and expensive looking girls and elder men. i was looking for the toilet? hmm, saw only women in the toilet. 'yes', one of the employees said, we have common toilets only. wau, cute concept, washing my hands next to the girls working with her lipstick and brushing hairs in full proper light, having a flirting word with them, quite nice. i wonder if some men would [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] in standing, sparkling the seat with [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url] for the girls? anyhow the place is set to meet girls for the night, why to be shy with the other sex anyhow, if the bodies are going to meet most probably after!
went to spa mona. 150dh for hamam, a likable lady named dounia gave me a quick wash à la hamam style, she washed my private parts also under the flimsy underwear they give to you. this would not happen if a man will wash you. went for massage too with a girl called rabat. 30min for 200dh. doubt she really fulfilled her 30 minutes. tender massage, no door to close on room, means extras are forbidden.
Still no excuse for such stupidity
[QUOTE=Samata61; 1435474]Well Guys:
I admit that I would pay a bit extra if I like the girl. I paid the 1st girl 850 DH and the second 1, 900 (Knowing that you would be screaming at me) but she spent 4+ hours with me and I liked her.
I also agree that staying in an apartment is less expensive but I am always worried about hiding belonging especially cash when you are on such a short trip. So either pay the girl's room of 1, 300 DH or bribe around for about 6-800 DH. I thought it was a no brainer with over 500 DH savings per night but I guess I am still learning and I over paid.
Thanks for all the comments.[/QUOTE]Next time don't leave your brain back home. Find out the going rate from the postings and stick with it. For 4 hours or so, it should not have been more than 750 DHM.
You are ruining it for other mongers.