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TripAdvisor Reviews Riad Alhambra Marrakech
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... Certainly there are other things to do here besides wander around and gawk at the human spectacle. We did our fair share of palace touring and museum looking, but nothing really compares to the big square and the mesmerizing display of amateur acts and bad burka fashion.
Three nights in Marrakech is probably one night too many. We have decided to head out to the Atlantic coast and check out the most popular beach town in the Western Sahara – ...
... travel through the port and refused us entry until a burly French Canadian made the urgency of our journey clear to them. We were swiftly shunted out to the cafe at the ferry quay and we waited. Four hours later we sallied for Algerciras and drove the van back into the dark Mountains de Malaga.
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... back to our accommodation the next morning. The colour of the sand changes with the time of the day and so does the temperature. It was very hot during the day and fairly cool at night.
David was particularly happy to leave the dusty and hot Sahara desert and head towards the Atlas Mountains. The three days spent at Todra gorge were magnificent. What a beautiful part of the world. The river that runs through the gorge had created around it a magnificent lush ...
... real statement areas. With gardens, courtyards, fountains and pools, it's a stunning remonder of yesteryear. King Mohammed VI only allows access to a tiny roportion of this 150-roomed, 8-hectared estate, it was great to see the harem that once housed Ahmed's (4) wives and 24 concubines and the dispair at the Court of Honour, where locals begged for mercy. The place was looted of its grand furnishings; but the air of finery remains here.
A shower ...
... 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 ...