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Hello again, The internet is bad here even when "they" say it is good. Not really strong enough to get many photos with my entries and I have some great photos. I have tried several times to send photos and it just doesn't work, unfortunately. I will be heading to Fez in a couple of days and will try catching up with photos from there. Too bad because I was so excited to show you my camel!
The adventure continues! I have been out of touch because I was in the Sahara doing a 3 day camel extravaganza. It was a long drive in a van with a bunch of crazy Brazilian college students, me and my two oriental traveling companions I met at the hostel. They were the ones who suggested I go with them on this trip. We all arrived back in Marrakech at 8:30pm last night after a 12 hour drive across the Atlas Mountains with ice and snow on the high altitude ...
The close proximity of Morocco to Spain means that there is some Spanish influence present. The majority of the population is Arab-Berber and is mostly Islamic. The International Salsa Festival best represents the transculturation that is always happening between Spain and Morocco. We do not need to acquire certain ...
... Moroccan and French cuisine which worked very well and was delicious. We had coffee to finish our lovely last dinner in Marrakech.
Next day I did not wake to any of the morning prayers (too much wine the night before) and we packed our bags after breakfast, we were leaving in the afternoon for our flight back to London. Giles and Dominique were brilliant hosts, very helpful and they made sure, we ...
... in Morocco. Time and again I found myself getting short with these scumbag scammers. My final night in Marrakesh ended with me almost getting into a fight with one of these jack asses. After I had repeatedly told some guy to leave me alone, he too, called me a racist. I had been stewing on this since the first guy called me that and I lost it.
‘I’m a racist? Well, you’re an *******!’ I shouted, pointing my finger in his face.