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... chanting from the speakers.
As a hoard of worshippers filed into a Mosque, I stopped to peek inside to see what the fuss was about. Before Matthew could stop me, I had already pulled my cameraphone into position and had almost snapped a picture before a street beggar lunged at me! With her outstretched hand reaching to block my lens, it was obvious that pictures were taboo.
We decided to retire for the rest of the afternoon and venture out ...
... dancers at the airport was amazing. I had expected it to be similar to Egypt and Tunisia but it was in fact far more civilised.
I soon came to realise that my little knowledge and few expectations of the country was a good thing as it would mean I would be consistently surprised and delighted.
At first the weather was warmer than London but soon the temperature began to plummet and I was frozen to the core. I was introduced to my fellow travellers, 8 girls ...
Early the second morning here in Marrakech Estela and I decided to walk down the exceedingly crowded and rambunctious street, outside the city walls and across the treacherous highway to the supermarket. We filled a taxi trunk full of food and drove back. We saw so much along the way that I soon followed another path with Mason and we stopped to watch all of the activities along the way, with the goal of getting fresh fruit at the dozens of fruit stalls just outside the city wall. On our ...
... feeding the velociraptors in Jurassic Park. Shifting uneasily from side to side, sweating uncontrollably, stealing glances at the exit, oh how I wish I could but bolting just isn't an option. The bag will slow me down and I'll get lost.
So I sing, in a fashion...and clap (I'm rather proud of my clapping) and dance around and around, clearly panic-stricken and out of my depths and the children are paralysed. What by is a good question; curiosity ...
... of twister, jenga, monopoly and snakes and ladders, had instead been given the noble task of transporting my bikini, book and bottles of sun tan lotion!
I ask the man his name because it's always easier to get one-up on someone if you know their name. "C’est Kamal!" He has such a benign brace-full smile and seems quite like the type to avoid confrontation but that doesn't actually solve my problem. "Vouz avez parler avec Abdel?" Yes, he'd ...