Les 3 Chameaux
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How 10Dh became 40Dh
We were walking through the Souq and came across a hair salon. I thought that I had negotiated a haircut for 10 D (about E1). He seemed to be doing such a good job that I decided to have my beard also trimmed, razor style.
On completion the priced seemed to have quadrupled. I was not unhappy, it was a great job and the cost was still only Euro4 or about $NZ6. I think he was late for prayers, I still had my ears and I was ...
... unusual here. When we got out to take pictures, we had to struggle against the wind to open the door and steady our camera.
Today was a pleasant drive mostly on narrow paved roads past small villages that blend perfectly in their surroundings. People grow fields of prickly pear cactus here, the only crop that thrives here. Sad attempts are made growing wheat. We watched (mostly) women harvest it and ...
... do tend to come right back after you head inside.
There is an ATM along the highway just south of the taxi stand. It isn't likely to give you any money, though.
"International" Film Festival
Comprised of just a couple roughly patched tents in a gravelly lot next to the taxi stand, this extravaganza takes place in early March and features some promotional development material and a couple shaky videos ...
... our a big apartment in the very first building we had checked out and well bargained down in price. We invited him along to the beach with us, to the small hip beach.
With with the sun out there were now more people about, including the caféman from Essaouira, his German wife and their baby daughter Somaiya.They were a friendly bunch. One young French lad, whose mother had a holiday home in Mirleft, had come with his girlfriend from ...
We began our hitch out of Tiznit, first walking some way through the town, past army fortifications with huge pictures of the King of Morocco, and popping into a patissery which had been invaded by bees.
At first we did not get far enough out of town to get a good hitch. Ians knees were too incapacitated to walk far and we waited so long for someone to stop. We pushed Ian to keep walking just that little bit further, while he longed for the luxuries of a taxi and tried ...