Uber One Madrid: My Review of Tesla

Uber was surging when I was in Madrid so I picked Uber One. There are so many variations of Uber that I don’t even know what is what. I was half expecting a self driving car to show up. Instead, a Model T or whatever it is called came by. The car looks polished from inside and out and the driver was smartly dressed in a black suit. Before I discuss the ride, a quick note on Tesla and Elon Musk. I’ve said a lot of negative things about Tesla in the past. The cars could not get off the assembly line in time and were aesthetically unappealing. I was never a big fan of Elon Musk either. His ideas either catch on fire or blow up like Kim Jung Un before they get off the ground. (see Space X explosion and Tesla fires) The Emblem  I especially hate the Tesla emblem. What is that ugly T? It not timeless like Mercedes or regal like Rolls royce. It looks like the H from Honda. The Sound System  The sound system was smooth but not crisp like BMW Harman Kardon. Maybe this model didn’t have premium sound. The Vehicle  The car itself still has a long way to go. The exterior tries to be sporty but it has no identity. Is it going for the Jaguar look or some sporty disaster designed by Ford? The interior looks like it was designed by a GM. The chrome accents are cheap. The massive display is useful for Uber drivers but again, not the greatest in terms of style. The driver’s dash is all electronic. I envision it blanking out over time. a black car parked on a street a car parked on the side of a road a person driving a car The Ride  While it lacks the sophistication of luxury cars, it impressed by getting off the line quickly and smoothly. This was my first time in a Tesla and the first time using Uber One. The driver knew that I was intrigued by the car and let me take pictures with it after the fact. That was a nice gesture. a man sitting in a car Overall Uber One Tesla Experience  I feel better about myself for being environmentally conscious but I don’t think I’ll be buying a Tesla any time soon.

Madrid Party Guide: Out All Hours

A fun night out can elevate a city from good to great. The evening started with my trembles at Tigre for tapas.
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With a healthy buzz, I left Chueca in search of Cavas Bajas, a street lined with restaurants and pubs. Along the way, I stopped for some red wine, garlic shrimp, beer, and cured meats.
Stop 1: El Abuelo 
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Stop 2: La Latina Neighborhood
When you see the metro stop for La Latina, you know that Cava Baja is close.
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Stop 3: Matador 
When I arrived, I treated myself to more drinks and cured meats.
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Almost Stop 4: Taco Bell 
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Stop 4: Club Fortuny 
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Drinking and eating at one tapa bar after another, I knew it was time to take my Madrid experience to the next level. The first club happened to be pre-teen night. Madrid’s spoilest were standing outside a venue smoking cigarettes being cool. I struck up a conversation with a chap who didn’t look like he was twelve. He said he was going to a club called Fortuny. I jumped in the taxi and told the driver to take me there as well.
It was 15 euros to get in and drinks were also pricey but the music was good and the outside patio was packed. After more drinking, dancing, and nonsense talk with whomever would listen, I glanced at my phone to check the time. Somehow it was 4:30AM. It was time for TPOL to call it a night.
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Stop 5
I tried to find kebab but had no luck.
Overall 
My goal in every city is to eat, drink, and party like a local. The worst thing is when I end up at a tourist trap bar (see Saigon) when I know somewhere in the city, there’s a M1NT Shanghai where people are merry.

Tigre! Tourist Tapas in Madrid

Getting There: The address is Calle de las Infantas, 30, 28004. Take the metro line 5 (depending on where you are) to Chueca.
I left Morocco for Madrid. My first order of business was to find a tapas spot. I headed for Tigre, a famous tapas landmark in the happening Chueca neighborhood. Green to the tapas experience, I was intimidated by the yelling of the combo bartender/cooks and chose to hide in the corner until I could figure out how this worked. Mustering up courage, I approached the bar and ordered two beers. Somehow, I managed to knock over a patron’s beer and shatter a glass. I feebly apologized and retreated back to my corner with drinks. Just when I thought I was safe, I found myself locking eyes with the bartender who summoned me over and offered me trays of food. Unsure what to do, I grabbed the plates and went back into hiding. Moments later, more plates were offered. Overwhelmed by the food and noise, I ordered a sangria, downed it, and began to calm down. In the meantime, new customers walked in and I observed how it is supposed to be done. Here’s what I learned: The tapas are free and the drinks are 5 euros‎. The madness never ends as the bartender/cook combo insists on feeding you until you’ve had enough and you leave. As for the actual food, the tapas were okay. I can only eat so many potatoes before I am overwhelmed by starch. The cold cuts were not my thing. The chicken, on the other hand, was very good. a sign with writing on it a group of people sitting at tables outside a sign on a building a group of people in a room with a fake boar head a group of people in a restaurant a plate of food and two mugs of beer on a table a man holding a glass of beer in a bar a plate of food and a glass of beer a group of people sitting at a table in a restaurant a stuffed deer with antlers a group of plates of food on a shelf a plate of food on a table two glasses of beer on a table

Keep Vs. Cancel: Gold Delta SkyMiles Personal

I must’ve spent all of 2016 applying for cards because I’ve been hit with a barrage of annual fees this year. I just cancelled my Barclays JetBlue. Last month I cancelled the Gold Delta SkyMiles business card. Today’s next victim is the Gold Delta SkyMiles personal card. The analysis is the same as before: why pay the $95 annual fee when all I receive is a free checked bag and zone 1 boarding. Unless I am bringing my golf clubs, I never check bags. While zone 1 boarding is nice, I am usually assigned a seat on the back of the plane anyway. I’m in no hurry to get back there. So there you have it. Another card gets cut. Who’s next? a screenshot of a credit card  

Keep Vs. Cancel: Barclays jetBlue

The $99 annual fee came due on my jetBlue card. I received the JetBlue 30k signup bonus last year and took a points qualifying flight that netted me 105k JetBlue points. A year later, I have to decide whether it is worth keeping the card. The perks of the card include a 10% rebate on all flights taken and 5k in anniversary points. Luckily, the 5k posted to my account before the fee is due. This leaves me to analyze if the 10% rebate makes keeping the card worth the fee. In the last year, I redeemed 43,000 points by going to Colombia, Barbados, and Trinidad. I received 4,300 back in rebates. This year I have no flights booked on JetBlue and no big plans to go anywhere they fly. Assuming I fly the same amount as I did last year, I would lose 4k in points by not keeping the card. This amount is offset by the fact that the bonus was already credited. As a result, I see no reason to hold onto the card and will save my $99. I’m sick of paying annual fees and really need a big retention bonus to stick around, something that Barclays hardly ever offers me. Anyone holding on to his/her card or was lucky enough to get a retention offer?  

From Morocco to Madrid: A Picture Preview of Spain

Man am I glad to be out of Morocco. Spain is much more my speed. Here’s a picture preview of what I did in Madrid during the quick two nights I was there. a man holding a glass of beer in a bar a man cutting meat in a bar a bowl of shrimp soup a sign with lights on it a black car parked on a street a man sitting in a car a large arena with a crowd of people in the background

Guns & Butter: Marrakech Travel Guide

TPOL’s Guns & Butter Travel Guide is the best way to see as much as you can in as little time as possible. Here’s how it works: A trip is composed of two factors: Labor And Lazy. The opportunity cost (what is given up) for relaxing and being Lazy is gained by being adventurous in the form of Labor and vice versa. The guide includes inefficient activities i.e., tourist traps that should be avoided and aspirational activities that are worth doing but may be impossible to see given the constraints of time and resources. The Marrakech Morocco Travel Guide is part of the Round the Atlantic Trip Report.
Overrated! Overrated! That’s the word to describe Marrakech. I almost left after one day but decided to stick it out in order to write this extensive travel guide. Before I get into that, let me tell you why this city is nothing special. Most of it has to do with my bias for the Middle East. My parents are from Iraq and I grew up eating our style of Arabic food, speaking our version of Arabic, and enjoying our cultural traditions. When I go to countries like Morocco or Turkey, I find many similarities between Arabic culture and their cultures. This kinship leads me to expect the same flavors as I would in my parent’s home country. Obviously, this is never the case. The culture is foreign. The language is foreign. And the food, though similar, is also foreign. I find myself comparing how everything is done there to how we would do it: Our kebab is better. Our Arabic is easier to understand. Our people are more beautiful. This sort of competition is not exclusive to Middle East versus countries like Turkey or Morocco. The same comparisons take place among all countries within the Middle East. Ask five people from five countries in the Middle East who makes the best tabbouleh, and you’ll get five different answers. Ask the same question about who speaks the cleanest Arabic, and you will receive a variety of answers again. Ask anyone where the most beautiful people come from, and they’d be lying if they did not say Iraq. Our Arab superiority or inferiority complex, depending on who you ask, makes it hard for us not to compare everything and simply enjoy the moment. Having said that, I will try to be positive and point out what you should do if you visit Marrakech.

Medina 

Dubai is not the Middle East. It is fake. If you want to see what this region of the world was like before Arab Money, head to the Medina in Marrakech. Beyond the tourist trap restaurants, you will find a city where time has stood still. From detox at the juice bars, to getting lost in the souks, the best time I had in Morocco was in the Medina. a tall tower with a wall and many people around it with Koutoubia Mosque in the background Juice Bar (Must Do) I now have some idea why people come to Marrakech. It’s not for the food or the Wi-Fi. It’s to detox. After weeks of nonstop drinking, I needed a break from the toxins of alcohol. And nothing is a better cleanse than freshly squeezed fruit. I tried many combinations but my favorite was banana and plum. It goes for 10 dh ($1.05). The OJ is 4 dh ($.42) but make sure you get the freshly paroled variety as there is chatter that the premade one is watered down. I cannot tell you what separates one juice cart from the next. The square is lined with dozens of them with vendors quick to offer free samples and yell at anyone who appears to be thirsty/a tourist. My favorite juiceman had his own isolated stand away from juice row. He was a very serious man who never smiled, but always gave me a little bit extra each time I stopped by for a visit.
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There’s always money in the banana stand! Visit my buddy at No 33.
Souk Shopping (Maybe) Walking around the souks is fun. Unlike the markets in Shanghai, I didn’t see anything that I wanted to buy and found the vendors to be less than patient with my fierce negotiation techniques. a large group of food in a market Getting Lost (Definitely) Much like a Vegas casino, the Medina, a city within a city, is a labyrinth built to keep people in. Many guidebooks (WikiTravel being my favorite) encourage travelers going to the Medina to download a map of the Medina. TPOL does not concur. Instead of playing it safe, I recommend wandering around from shop to shop, taking abrupt turns without tracking your location, all in an effort to end up lost. From that point, challenge yourself to find your way back to the square without asking for directions. a group of people walking down a brick alley at night Rooftop Restaurants (Skip) I ate at Zeitoun Cafe. It is a restaurant aimed at tourists, but I did not mind paying the premium for the view of the square and the peace of mind of not having to haggle with the street stall vendors for dinner on my first day of arrival. It was also enjoyable to watch the sun go down over the square from the safety of my perch while sipping a soothing cup of Moroccan mint tea. Of course, I have to add that couscous, Moroccan’s staple cuisine, pales in comparison to Iraqi yellow rice.
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Couscous
Food Stalls (Must Do) Why wander around when you can head to the food stalls and eat everything for next to nothing. The web says that many tourists are ripped of at these stalls because they do not inquire about the price or are served and charged for appetizers that they did not order. I did not have that experience. I ate at a bunch of places and anytime there was a discrepancy, they would either take it off the bill or bring me more food. Be aware but don’t be too paranoid.
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Lamb eyeball
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Lamb brain
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Mixed grill
Hamam (Depends) I skipped the hamam this time because I was with Ms. TPOL, and the baths are segregated by gender. If you can handle being apart from your lover, I highly suggest going to a hamam for a good scrub.

Party 

Morocco is not a dry country. There is alcohol and there are many clubs and bars. I only spent one night out in the Hivernage neighborhood. I tried to go to the pool party above Buddha Bar, but they were not serving alcohol because Ramadan was starting one week after the day I arrived. Hivernage (Must Do) Go to the Hivernage neighborhood of Marrakech. Instead of souks and snakes, there were normal restaurants, pubs, and nightclubs. Young people flock to this area to eat burgers, have drinks, and smoke argheli. It felt more like Dubai than a conservative country. Having had my fill of lamb tongue, I opted for a burger and pizza. After days of detox, I chose Budweiser over OJ. Needing some nicotine, it was time to smoke.
  • Cafe Extrablatt has great burgers for a reasonable price.
  • Arkech Sky Bar is open late. It serves food and alcohol.
a plate of food on a table two bottles of beer on a table A Note on Beer Flag Speciale is terrible. Stick to Casablanca. a can of beer next to glasses of beer

Golf 

What’s a trip without golf? Assoufid Golf Course  The course is in the middle of nowhere. The taxi driver couldn’t find the place. It cost $30 round trip to get to Assoufid, a highly rated golf course. ‎Once you enter the gates, it’s a different world from the hustle and bustle of Marrakech. Bring your own balls as 6 of them cost me $25! a man swinging a golf club on a golf course a man standing on a golf course

Sleep

Chose a riad in the Medina over a chain hotel. Le Meridien was disappointing. Le Meridien (Skip) If you do stay at Le Meridien and end up in a standard room, demand a suite. The standard rooms are awful. The hotel will pretend that there are no upgrades but insist on moving. The pool made up for the deficiencies in the hotel. A few local brews and a nice sunset make everything better, as does a decent pizza. a living room with a couch and a coffee table a pool with palm trees and bushes two cans of beer on a pool side a pizza on a table next to a pool

Overall 

Despite my gripes, I had a fun time in Marrakech. I wouldn’t go back but maybe you would.

Le Meridien Marrakech: Dated Digs in Marrakech

Le Meridien Marrakech Hotel Review is part of the Round The Atlantic Trip Report.


Getting There: The taxi to the hotel is supposed to be 15-20 dinar on meter. The Internet says if you get it for 50 you’re fine. I got it easily for 30 by walking to the exit (sortie) of the car park which leads me to believe I could’ve done better. Getting Back: When you are headed back to the airport, head to the main street and hail a cab that is not officially endorsed by the hotel. That will save you money.
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Old school Benz

My trip to Morocco started off rocky. After one night I made the executive decision to leave for Madrid. The hotel had no WiFi and the AC didn’t work. As a cloud lawyer, I don’t have time for hot rooms. The second day, the hotel upgraded us to a suite and that made all the difference. With the ability to conduct business, I began to enjoy my Marrakech routine. Each day started off with skipping breakfast, heading to the pool for beer, and then the night market for food. The Hotel Itself  Le Meridien is one of my favorite brands when I travel overseas. From Le Meridien Shanghai to the one in Chiang Rai, Bangkok, Kota Kinabalu, or my favorite, Le Meridien Pyramids, Le Meridiens do not disappoint. Unfortunately, I cannot say that of Le Meridien in Marrakech. The hotel is dated and lacks the level of comfort of the ones mentioned. If you’re going to go through the trouble of going to Morocco, you should stay at a local riad for a more authentic experience. a sign with palm trees and a flag a sign in front of a building a ceiling with a circular design a room with a large column and a couch a fountain in a garden a building with palm trees and bushes a brick path with bushes and trees The Suite  If you end up in a standard room, demand a suite. The standard rooms are awful. The hotel will pretend that there are no upgrades but insist on moving. a bed with a wood headboard and lamps a bed with a lamp and a balcony a living room with a couch and a coffee table a dining table with chairs in a room a mirror on a wall a tv on a stand a table and chairs in a room a bouquet of pink roses The Suite View The original room had a view of the mall. This one was much better. a group of palm trees and grass a pool with palm trees and blue chairs The Bathroom  Compared to the terrible motel shower in the first room, the bathroom in the suite was much nicer. a bathroom with a sink and bathtub a shower with a shower head a group of bottles of shampoo and gel on a counter a bathroom with a toilet and sink The Pool The pool made up for the deficiencies in the hotel. A few local brews and a nice sunset make everything better, as does a decent pizza. a pool with lounge chairs and umbrellas a pool with lounge chairs and umbrellas a pool with palm trees and a building a pizza on a table next to a pool a can of beer next to glasses of beer two cans of beer on a pool side a man in a white robe holding a drink in front of a pool a pool with palm trees and buildings in the background a pool with palm trees and buildings in the background The Breakfast  After overindulging in food at the night market, I never felt the need to eat breakfast. Still, blog readers get pretty upset when I skip it or when I complain about paying for it. So I went and I can say that it was not worth it. While the breakfast had a wide selection of food, it was not local food. Apart from the tea and juice bar, the food was bland. The quality of the photos are not representative of the quality of the food. a trays of pastries on a table a buffet with different types of food a row of bowls with different foods a tray with glasses and a teapot on it a table with different drinks on it a trays of food in a container a trays of food in a restaurant a bowl of food in a stove a plate of food on a table a plate of food and drinks a glass of liquid next to a glass of liquid The Service Everyday there was someone at the front desk complaining about their stay. I don’t blame them. This hotel is not up to the standard of SPG. Overall I wouldn’t stay here again.  

Golf in Marrakech: BYOB

The course is in the middle of nowhere. The taxi driver couldn’t find the place. It cost $30 round trip to get to Assoufid, a highly rated golf course. ‎Once you enter the gates, it’s a different world from the hustle and bustle of Marrakech. a sign on a rock wall a bar with bottles of alcohol The price to play 9 holes was steep, $125 for two people. They charged an exorbitant $50 for the cart and club rentals. The biggest scam was $25 for 6 balls. I usually lose a dozen balls when I play so I was cautious with my drives. I believe this fear of losing my nuts led to a breakthrough. Although I shot a 51, I easily could’ve had my best round but for two holes because of this restrained approached. Indeed, I hit the pin twice on chips.

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I recommend stealing range balls for the course.
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The $25 box of balls.Tour Special?
As far as the course goes, it was beautiful. The greens were pristine and the fairways were wide and forgiving. Hole 1:  On hole one, I shanked a shot right. It went to the right of the palm tree but magically hit the top of a hill and rolled right onto the green. Here’s how it went down. a man standing on a golf course a man swinging a golf club on a golf course a golf course with trees and sand bunkers
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Anger
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Relief!
a golf course with a flag on the green The Course  Like the Phoenician Scottsdale, this course was beautiful. We spent a lot of time taking photos instead of focusing on the next shot. a man swinging a golf club on a golf course a person on a golf course a person on a golf course a man on a golf course a large green field with trees and buildings in the background a man on a golf course a person standing in a golf cart a man standing on a golf course a man standing on a golf course a man swinging a golf club on a golf course a golf course with palm trees a golf scorecard on a bag It’s definitely worth golfing in Marrakech but BYOB. Bring your own balls.

Hivernage, The Other Side of Marrakech

I’ve covered in great detail what there is to see and do in the Medina in Marrakech (juice, eat like a tourist, eat like a local, get lost). After a few nights in that zoo, I reached my quota for craziness and wanted peace and calm. Enter in the Hivernage neighborhood of Marrakech. Instead of souks and snakes, there were normal restaurants, pubs, and nightclubs. Young people flock to this area to eat burgers, have drinks, and smoke argheli. It felt more like Dubai than a conservative country. Having had my fill of lamb tongue, I opted for a burger and pizza. After days of detox, I chose Budweiser over OJ. Needing some nicotine, it was time to smoke.

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Hivernage
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Arkech Rooftop Argheli Bar
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Model in Marrakech
two bottles of beer on a table a table with a metal bowl and two bottles of beer a group of beer bottles on a table TPOL’s Tips:

  • Cafe extrablatt has great burgers for a reasonable price.
  • Arkech Sky Bar is open late. It serves food and alcohol.