Walking through alleyways and side streets to find the hostel was an experience in itself; 8foot wide passageways with people walking in both directions and motorbikes trying to pass through too!
We're staying at the Riad Layla Rouge hostel and Abdel the manager is really nice. Spoke to us all about Marrakech, some do's and don't and said to treat the hostel like home.
We went for a walk to try and find the Jemaa El Fna square...
First of all we got lost so turned around and went back to the hostel and asked Abdel the way - it turns out it's only a 2 minute walk and we'd just gone the wrong way!
Once we found it I felt completely alien.
It took a while to settle in and get used to being dragged into restaurants by waiters, shouted at to but orange juice and having wooden pythons thrust in our faces.
"Hello Chav, I love to shop at Sainsburys" "Do you shop in Primark?" were their most common phrases so no idea what they've been watching to learn English!?
We got fresh orange juice for 4 dirham (28p) and a chocolate cakey thing for 5dh (35p).
Probably overcharged compared to what the locals pay but it's pennies!