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... sunning, lounging, food and drinks. We are joined by others at various times during the day and have a plan to go to "Mamma Mia's " for dinner. It is an up market Italian restaurant and delicious food. Everyone is very full yet again. Back to Lyndon and Leigh's for the usual nightcap and off to ...
... by Abdaellah, a very nice man and excellent salesman. When we were treated to Mint Tea after eyeing up some purchases, we knew he had thought he was doing well. Mint Tea offering is the key to knowing they are wheeling and dealing! Between us all we spent £625, most being ours. We bought a carpet, pouffe (which the hand-stitching was being finished on while we we're there), and a carry-on/overnight bag. He gave us 10% more off after lots of bargaining ...
... today is a recorded tape and always amplified by speakerphone. Before dawn, midday, afternoon, before sunset, and nighttime you will hear the muezzin call sounding across all of Morocco in unison. The most important day of prayer is Friday at noon. The original grounds where Koutoubia Mosque stands were occupied by an Almoravid mosque. The Almoravids were conquered by the Almohads in 1147, and consequentially their mosque was destroyed and later rebuilt by the ...
... ornate interior spaces remain hidden from public view by simple outdoor walls. The effects are staggering.
Before Islam and France (and others) invaded, Marrakech was Berber -- a peaceful, pagan farming culture. We headed to the Atlas mountain foothills to visit Berber country and experience some of the 'old world' ways of rural life. We visited a ...
... airport. I shouted for Adel when he arrived and burst into tears again as I hugged him, Hamid and the rest of the guys goodbye.
On the short walk to the taxi I heard my last piece of abuse from the angry shop owner "you are ugly *****" then cried the entire journey to the airport as I took in my last sites of Morocco. Tears streaked down my face as the plane left the runaway on route ...