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... about their presence there. However, they needed to be perched here, waiting for the boats to dockl, to receive charitable donations from the fishermen. They would then either sell these at a reduced price to the locals, or take some home to eat. In the Muslim tradition, part of the produce you have should be given to those who are in need. Indeed, early morning queues at the bakers' or butchers' stalls have their own hierarchy, with the impoverished at the front of the queue, ...
... z pustymi rekami kupilismy troche serow, oliwek a nawet lokalnej wedliny... Wracajac podziwialismy obraz absolutnej nedzy i rozpaczy... Dzielnica przemyslowa, tylko tego przemyslu jakos nie bylo widac. Ulica, ktora biegla wzdluz opuszczonych hangarow, przejezdzaly tylko dorozki wiozace ludzi z zakupami z pobliskiego marketu... A my uzupelnilismy nasze zakupy o pomidory, granaty i daktyle na targu u wrot mediny i z nieukrywanym aptetytem zjedlismy je na naszym hotelowym ...
... roof terrace closed in order to prevent the cats from getting in. One of them was a dead ringer for our cat, Zeke, but we managed to get out of there without Olivia stuffing him in her suitcase.
Regretfully bidding farewell to Essaouira, we hit the road for a series of transit days – a night back in Marrakech, then two nights in Casablanca, where we were joined by my parents, who will be travelling with us for five weeks in Morocco and ...
... so sometimes we would stop and talk to them, but
this always resulted in us being dragged into their shop, where they
will always try and sell us something. Now we ignore them all. Its
hard to do, because literally ALL of them are shouting to us. The
other half of the time, people are shouting compliments, which has
become even more annoying, especially when compliments turn in to
lewd comments or suggestions. People saying that we are beautiful is
... br> Wind raced at the walled-in town at Laayoune Port. Heaps of orange sand piled up against the wall. A bulldozer and truck came to remove some of this sand so the town wouldn't get buried.
Next to where I stood, orange sand swam across the highway like flat ghosts. It gathered on my bags. It sprayed in my eyes and face. I stood upon a pile of sand. This elevated my head enough to avoid most of the flying ...