Le Riad de l'Oasis - Tourismir
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... attention and realized as we were stumbling off the bus, that the driver didn’t stop at the bus stop – he blew right past it – and now we were some 1 – 1.5 kilometers from town. After the bus drove away and the dust settled we strapped on our backpacks and did the only thing we could – move as quickly towards town as the light was beginning to fade and hope that Hassam would still be waiting for us. It could be a long ...
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 ...
... stack of tickets once again. "See." "See." "See.". "A warning this time," he finally said. “Merci, merci, merci,” we kept repeating as we anxiously waited for him to get his fat head out of our window so we could slither away.
.....I almost always wear my seat belt. But I have been jumping in and out of the car so often to take photos, that I quit bothering to use it lately. We were lucky this time.
... to the best breaks, and 2 surf shops - one in town with a couple of old boards molding out front, the other on the beach road with a couple of old wetsuits molding out front. In either one you should be able to rent some odd-smelling gear that has seen better days and will help you look like you've been surfing with it for years, and are really quite poor.
There are a number of, well, actually, just 2, directions you can walk along the ...
... he didn't know me. All was cool though, because really we were having quite a groovy time. It was quite idyllic.
My face now burnt from the sun even more and as I was leaving my flipflops broke. I began to walk home barefoot, which was not so easy on all the pebbles. There on the cliff overkloking the beach Ian pointed out to us where he had slept on a ledge the first night of being in Mirleft.
We stopped to befriend some donkeys, ...