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- Continental Breakfast
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... are lined with veiled woman in delicate black lace and outside the mosque, a large group of solemn looking men. It is a funeral monsieur explains, an accident on the road. This should come as no surprise given the driving habits we have witnessed so far. Monsieur seems unperturbed and still rattles through the 24km back to town at an alarming speed. The road consists of a single lane of tarmac with rough pebbled side track either side. There are almost sheer drops, sometimes ...
... not stopping… it’s—crashing right into a shop!
And what is the truck carrying? It’s loaded with re-bar, which is poking out the back of the truck which means… whoever is back there probably just died a very gory death by impalement.
People rush to the cab to drag out the murderous driver—but… there’s no one there.
Looks like a simple case of forgetting ...
... was a huge wall of rock. Very cool.
That night we had an amazing meal of tangine, couscous, veggies and bread. With oranges for desert. There are about a bazillion orange trees in Morocco and they are amazingly good. I am not a big orange eater at home, only Christmas oranges, and these are to die for. SO GOOD!!!
That night we had a fire, sat around and got to know our group. It was a lovely evening :)
... our 100 Dirhams!
We were driven in what was to become our van down to the city medina one more time. This time a guide came with us explaining more of the history of Marrakesh and when we began walking through the small shops of the souks, he was able to confidently guide us deeper and deeper into the warren. It was about 9:30 by this point and the shops were just opening. The small alleys and walkways were fairly quiet ...
... children and a wife who wears a bhurka. But he seemed to accept us, though pretty sure he thought two unmarried girls with no children in their 30s are an abomination. But he kept it to himself. He also spoke no English or French, so maybe he didnīt keep it to himself. Who knows? But he always opened my door for me and smiled for photos.
We drove through the high Atlas mountains all day. Very windy and windy (pretty sure both of those words are spelled the same but ...