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Travel Blogs from Marrakech
... above hillsides swabbed with speckled grass and thorny bush; a towering soft tangerine dune with sensual lines sculpted by raging desert storms. She is the melodic call of a masked weaver during a streaky pink sunrise; the triumphant yip-yip-yip of a spotted hyena cheering on the night. Africa is horns, trunks, spotted fur, graceful bounders, ruthless carnivores and feathers of a thousand colours. Africa is ...
... Under the expansive food tent, the Saturday crowd devours everything from barbecued springbok paninis to kingclip sushi rolls. Craft brewers pull pints of cold lager and local vintners pour glasses Sauvignon blanc. The solo musician loops djembe beats below the primal drone of the dijereedoo. The crowd bounces to the rhythm. We venture south to the Cape of Good Hope located at the most south westerly point of Africa. Here the basal shale mountains ...
... I did would not have been possible if it was just me. So although the beginning and end were tainted with feelings of panic, the experience of morocco as a whole was unforgettable and really once in a life time. I will certainly be back but next time i would much much rather do it with family and friends. It really is too much to experience on your own and too hard to explain if to haven't been there yourself! So anytime anyone else goes to morocco let me know and I'll join ...
... doze. At 11 a nurse checks on me. I say when is the test. I point to my bladder. Ooh. Soon soon she says. Suddenly, a wheel chair arrives and I am wheeled to the radiology area where I wait and wait. I think I am going to wet myself so I point to my bladder again. The radiologist bustles in and asks if I speak French, non anglais. She starts the investigation up under my rib cage, I am trying to think of anything except my desire to wee. When she eventually moves ...
... bag, well tanned and weathered, adorned with antique coins and a long strap. But alas, it did not came home with me! The babouche stalls had an alarming number of leather slippers, row after row of pointed and rounded toes marching across entire stall walls. Some were patterned and embossed, some bedazzled with beads and embroidery, others simple yet colorful - it was enough to make Imelda Marcos cry! Spice shops and 'pharmacies' displayed mysterious baskets ...
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- Swimming pool
- Room service
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- Free parking