Mastering the art of bartering

I was out at the stalls today in Marrakech. Before leaving Jose at Equity Point where I'm staying gave me a quick heads up. Basically, whatever you're quoted knock 50%-60% off that.

So I was looking for a tracksuit top as it can get chilly here at night. I was quoted 500DHS (dirhams) first of all. Eh, forget about it! Told him the most I was going to pay was 200. He then said 250. I've since been told by Zac here at the hostel that the most I should be paying is 150. So now I'm going to go back into the souks again to find this top.

Also, another thing...getting lost in Marrakech's souks is almost inevitable. If you're approaced by people looking to bring you to where you're going, chances are they're going to look for something at the end of it. I gave this young guy the beneift of the doubt earlier, only to have to fork over 30DHS when we came to my final destination. And he was looking for between 50-100!

Manic Marrakech

I've been to many places in my lifetime, but nothing quite like Marrakech. It is manic. Plain and simple.

Arrived yesterday morning at the hostel where I'm staying, Equity Point. I'm not sure if I've ever stayed in a hostel this swish to be honest. Check out my bathroom! It's amazing.If all hostels in Marrakech are this nice, I highly recommennd you come visit.

I hit the streets at 2pm. One of the first places I came across was Djemaa El-Fna. It's crazy. Absolutely crazy. All you can hear are drums beatings and the instruments of snake charmers. Bit of a shock to the senses, but you get used to it. I'll put up some pictures later.

Colm
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