On Wednesday when we got to the hotel, it was fairly late, but we'd not eaten so we went up to the hotel restaurant for dinner and we got a bit of a show from a belly dancer who was working that evening.
I headed back out to some of the side streets to find one of the earliest Ryadds, l'maison d'Arab. It is one of the most famous hotels in Marrakesh, and was one of the first independent Moroccan restaurants.
Exiting the Souk into Djemaa El-Fna Square, I saw the storytellers, pipe players and monkey keeping abusers starting to gather for the evening’s business in the central square between the Koutoubia Mosque and the Souks.
After food, I headed straight down to the 16 Novembre plaza and carried on walking. I intended to visit the CyberPark, but chose the wrong route, and so ended up walking all around the outside of its walls.
I camped out by the pool in the shade with my guide books to try and decide what to do for the rest of the holiday whilst I had some food, and a soft drink. The hotel, it turned out, was dry, as is not uncommon in this Muslim country.