Friday, August 8, 1997 - Casablanca We are in the hotel (El Kandara ) and we are planning our tour. On paper, everything seems to be visited in a few days and so you decide to not leave anything out. visit every well, every medina and oasis all so far known in Morocco.
the airport Avis gave us a whole new Renault 19 et Utta black. Ideal for a warm place such as Morocco in the middle of August in the year of Nigno. "Surely we will not give eye "- -. And here we thought that instead, the police has now stopped asking the lace: 10,000 lire.
19.30 hours from the Grand Mosque Hassan II scream! E ' evening prayer.
at 20.45 . Here come the first blows to our pride travelers alike. Nesma The restaurant, now found as if they knew by heart, has been transformed into bars and not longer to eat . We think that too many readers of the Lonely Planet were there for dinner and they have battered the fucking cook for all these people. We tried to find the restaurant Las Delicias. But in its place there is now only a huge chasm surrounded by a wall. We begin to lose confidence in our leadership and to those who have advised ( Paola ed)
Here in the north of Morocco's indigenous people do not seem very smart and a few facts that have already happened understand that every company, even as simple as an address, will be transformed into an adventure: is very exciting
the corner of rue Ahmed Ghali (for example ) We asked a passerby if he knew india rue Ahmed Ghali fact, the questioning, laughing in my face, claimed that , that does not exist. Yet over their heads there was a clear written Rue Ahmed Ghali !
And then, in front of the restaurant Le Cardinal we asked a policeman if he could give us some elegant information to reach the front of the restaurant where he was on duty from at least 5 hours. knew nothing.
To his dismay we noticed that the inn is located right next to Place of Nations Unies the center of which he was at that time with us. The alert has also denied the existence of this square. Suddenly the wise guy, on the recommendation of Goofy, sees the sign of the restaurant in front of his eyes in disbelief and with great professionalism satisfied shows us the place we seek. We sent shit and now we are waiting les brochettes d'agneau.
hour ago, a seller claimed that the number 168 was odd.
Goofy wastes no time and is soon to Broadway . Vuole confondersi con gli avventori del posto e quindi fraternizza con un tunisino alcolista ubriaco e fetido. I due non si intendono e quindi comunicano con manate sulle spalle e givemefives arabi.
La serata si preannuncia piccante , soprattutto per il peperoncino nelle olive .
Elio ha scelto bene : brochettes. Pippo è rimasto fottuto . Il tagine d'agneau e mandorle è un ammasso di grasso immerso in una brodaglia marrone su cui galleggiano mandorle usate.
Back at the hotel you decide to start doing the lords. We want to order breakfast in your room the next day. There is a special card to be filled in hanging out the door. Pippo says that the card is capable of evil f and does not understand anything. The customer is treated badly!
Elio defends his class and says that the customer is a ignorant. - "We (managers note) go to great lengths to design these cards to meet the needs of the user who reacts always ungrateful, illiterate " -. However, the way we compile ours. We'll see.
