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... class? Well this is what we had arranged the day we leave at the Amal Cooking School. This not-for-profit organisation takes women off the street and gives them valuable life and career skills. We learn to whip up a Tagine and are given the recipes. During our week in Morocco we had grown quite obsessed over Moroccan mayonnaise and are delighted to obtain a recipe for this too.
And this concludes my first visit to the African ...
After two nights in Zagora, we started our way back northwest and ended up again in the seeming middle of nowhere. Our accomodations, the Kasbah Air Ben Damietta, was a wonderful place, run by a French woman; so the cuisine de haute was French - steak!
We also stopped at the Atlas Movie Studio outside of, here comes that name again, Ouarzazate. Lawrence of Arabia, Cleopatra, and Patton, among other, were filmed, at least in part, here.
... being used on them.
I sat with Adam for an hour or so, taking photos of the two of us on my phone and hearing him giggle before he inevitably fell asleep in my arms. I walked around rocking him, trying to hide his face from the staff so they wouldn't take him from me. I knew I shouldn't get attached, but I couldn't help it, I had literally fallen for this little guy. I prayed that he as going to a good family. Someone who was going ...
... stopped. Although clearly not at our riad, the driver gesticulated that we should get out as he threw our bags into the cart of a toothless crone who he suggested we follow. Before we could question the wisdom of it, the ancient man was off and away at an unlikely pace, darting through a sea of humanity, the likes of which neither of us had encountered before. The mall eventually gave way to the main market square and the heart of Marrakech, Jemaa el fna.
... br> “66 is the best one,” explains Abdel, pointing to the number painted on the stall above the hundreds of succulent globes. He buys me some juice and, visibly relieved at having successfully inaugurated me into the folds of Moroccan life, hurries me down an alley to the door of a hotel, tells me he'll be back in the morning then scoots off into the night.
So, here I am then, tired but content and alone in Marrakech.