Guest House Merzouga
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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... trilobite fossils embedded in the stone. There were geodes and minerals as well. I fell in love with a sand rose which we bought. It is heavy and it will ride the bus till our last night. Hopefully my tagine and sand rose will fit in our carryon bag! Too heavy to go in our duffle bags! They would fit but we would have to pay over weight! Next we drove to the village of Rissani, which is a Berber village, as are all of the villages and towns in the ...
... of what they are in Spain. Meknes, Marakesh and Fez are all at the foot of mountains. We first crossed the Saiss Plain, which is the most fertile land where olive trees, and all fruit trees grow in a Mediterranean climate. There were so many olive and fruit tree groves! As we climbed the Mid Atlas Mountains it started to snow. We came to our first Berber town called Immouzzar which means waterfalls in the Berber language. It is a beautiful land with many ...
... in silence. Later we discussed this and found that this would be in formal situations, not amongst friends. That was relieving to hear, as there was lots of laughter and discussion through the lunch. The food was great. Ahmed's wife did not join us and stayed in the kitchen. We tried our best to eat with one hand. Our poor eating skills were obvious and they very patiently showed us the right way, much to ...
... square on one foot, then on the next hop, the kick the rock to the next square before their foot hits the ground. I didn't fair well at this either. I was the chess champ, as nobody had ever played the game before. I did have some good hikes and bike rides. One of the rides was to a mine. The government doesn't let big corporations mine. Only what you can haul out by hand, is what ...
A low, moaning sound awoke me, like the sound of an old air raid siren just starting to wind up. Gradually it resolved itself into a deep human voice, intoning a repetitive, hypnotic song-chant in the darkness. Then another call joined it from a more distant minaret across the city, then another, the three echoed and swirled about each other, and, as more voices joined, became a haunting pre-dawn chorus filling the cool air. There were no other sounds but ...