Ryad Dar El Hana
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... Atlas Mountains on our way back to Marrakesh.
Atlantic Coast Seascapes
Sidi Ifni is colonial town whos whitewashed colonial style buildings are a stark contrast to the earth colored kasbah villages to which we've become accustomed. The beach looks clean and sandy. But it did not inspire awe.. We looked at the descriptions of other ...
... often jump up into the gnarly branches to eat the leaves. As we were driving past we saw them doing just that and stopped for some photos and a tip for the shepherd! We drove into taroudant an old town surrounded by red earth ramparts. Another snake charmer who blew his clarinet trumpet thing much like Danny! We had a walk round the souks or markets which were very much everyday shops for local. Lots of dates, henna, trainers, clothes ...
... become immersed in it! Said kindly loaned me a bike and took me around the town and out of the built up areas to trek in a low lying mountain with spectular views of the regions surrounding it.
Whist in the town you will find cyclists everywhere, flying around the streets and lanes. Cars tooting their horns for reasons best known to themselves. Donkeys and horse drawn carriages are common place and sometimes as is their dung so ...
... as their homeland, opting instead for a one way ticket to an unknown land where they would rebuild their lives, though they’d perhaps never again regain that same sense of “belonging”
So it seems like being able to hold on to that sense of belonging depends a lot on what kind of geography your home village has. People in places that are easy to defend will be able to stay connected to their roots… and those ...
... to sell us things and the kids all giggled as we passed them. In the hotel, Dori went to the terrace to hang up a top she'd washed and was met with an old man, in his underwear, doing his exercises. It threw her at first, but went up anyway. When he said hi, Dori was delighted to hear that he was German. She'd just been complaining how her knowledge of German had been useless in the trip. Later we talked a bit more to him (when he'd gotten some clothes on). He is a writer named ...