Travelmag - Muddling through Marrakech

The little red taxi took us from Marrakech Ménara Airport through dusty city roads to our hotel. The drive was like a bumper car race; no lanes, just whoever could weave through and maneuver into the best position to finish first. ... The paunchy older man looked at us squarely and declared, 'You can book a second room, or stay somewhere else.' For fear of what we might meet elsewhere, we begrudgingly gave up the 1700 dirhamâ€"nearly double our originally booked rateâ€"for ...