Dar Rass El Maa - Maison d'Hotes
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... like a compelling film that you have to watch to the end, even the bad bits. But the constant bullying for money wears you down and it’s a pity it ended with the riff raff experience; Poverty driven it’s sad to see the children begging, one little boy of about 6 years old, arrived too late for his by WD"> share of the sweets and tears streaming down his face and arms pumping he ran after us. Unable to leave him in tears, and ...
... we got
back & then we all went to some gardens on the other side of the river. In
the evening we went to a traditional Fado performance. It didn’t start until
10pm & finished after midnight, so I was struggling to stay awake. However,
it was an excellent performance. One young man was playing a Portuguese guitar
& he was accompanied by another young man playing what I think was an
acoustic guitar. They played some instrumentals, ...
The village is built into the mountainside, painted white and Blue. I believe the blue colour is more recent as the Islamic green was likely the colour less than100 years ago.
We were delighted to be parked next to friends we met a month ago and were able to compare stories of our Moroccan experiences. They and another set of friends were able to ...
... Our tour guide's name was Abdul-Salaam and he was a really inspiring, great person. He spoke so proudly of his Muslim faith and about how he prays all the time (more than 5 times a day he told me) for peace in the world and hoped for a brighter future. We were warned before coming here that the people in Morocco could sometimes be very aggressive (especially towards the women) but I found everyone to be incredibly nice during my weekend there. Perhaps it was because we were in ...
... a hub—trains leave for Rabat all the time." Ha. When we reached the Tangier station after another hour on the road (this time on a bus) I think our desperate hysterical laughter may have alarmed the ticket seller, whose only crime was to inform us that the next train left—guess what—at 10pm. It was hard to maintain composure knowing after hours of travel we were even farther away from Rabat than where we started. Kendall coped by photographing ...