A birthday weekend in Morocco!

Out of work at midday, off to Heathrow and on to our plane to Marrakech in Morocco. Interesting events started when we got on the plane and there was a group of young English blokes on a boys week to Morocco. They had had a few bevvies prior to getting on the plane (as you do on a blokes trip) and they were quite chatty on the plane. I should point out that they look like they maybe of Moroccan decent. Anyhow, an American chap sitting opposite me was getting a bit agro about the noise and turned around and told them to shut up (a few times). In what I would describe as a typical response from young blokes, they told him to shut up and turn around. The American kept staring at them (turned around) and started complaining to the flight attendants that they were 'up to no good' and that he was going to have them arrested when we landed etc, and was telling me that if they started to take over the plane, we have to do something about it!!

To cut a long story short, he calmed down and started talking to me (I was trying not to make eye contact). I told him that they were just typical British guys. 'You think they are British??' he says?
'Yeah, they are and they are just being typical British guys' I tell him.
He says 'But do you really think they are British? They don't look British?'
'Mate they are British, I know they are because I saw their passports at check in! They are just behaving like young British guys - if you try and threaten them, they are definitely not going to cop that without telling you what they think'.
'So you think maybe they are more like hooligans or something?' (he starts to relax a bit)
'Yeah mate, something like that! You would probably get a better response by going and having a beer with them!!'
'Oh wow, I never really thought about it like that...'

So off the plane and in to our taxi and in to the old part of Marrakech. To get to our 'Riad' we had to duck and weave through some tiny little laneways. The room is beautiful and has a nice big bath that looks like its carved out of marble or something.

Melinda's birthday was the next day with shopping, getting lost, horse and cart ride around the town followed up with a luxury dinner complete with rose petals scattered on the table, a couple of bottles of wine and some soft live music by the pool!!

The next couple of days we spent cruising around town until all too soon it was time to go home. Fortunately the plane ride home was uneventful!!