Rainbow Marrakech Hostel
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... camels were bumpy but lots of fun as we all walked in a big group chatting. From there it was into land cruisers as we stopped in another oasis for lunch which was tuna and salad, me and stace stuck to the salad. After lunch we hopped back into the 4wd and headed into the desert. The drivers raced through the dunes of the Sahara and even though the adventurous aspect was over pretty quick it was still a great experience. The dunes were massive and ...
... up with friends. Thank you Maureen and Pattie B for coming down to London from Ipswich to have lunch with us. It was so good to catch up on the 11 years since we last saw each other. And thank you Christopher and Caroline for coming down today from Oxfordshire to have lunch with us today, wonderful.
Tonight will be very sad because we have to say goodbye to our darling Emily and Sean. I won't say anymore as we are both feeling very teary about this .
... a few things...I a managed to ask her for an early breakfast and another nights stay. Go me! However when she replied in French I just looked very clueless. To say Thank-you in Arabic is, 'Shukran' but you sort of roll the r and some how add a 'h' in there.....Jed tried to teach me. It went something like this. Jed: Shaukran Me: Shot-gun Jed: Shaukran Me: Shake-run Jed: Shaukran Me: Shalke ren Jed: Merci, just stick with ...
... behind the winding road up to the mountains is breathtaking both for its beauty and complex navigation. Abdul drives very carefully, like someone who has saved long and hard to buy his car and tells us that when he worked for Virgin he made the 150km trip 4 times a day.
Imil is the gateway to the mountains where we meet Ebrahim our guide for the day. Our 5 hour trek offers beautiful vistas of the mountains and valleys. Ebrahim brings us to his home, the highest ...
... to intimidate me.
‘You give paper money! Good photos. Give paper money!’
I deal with angry, aggressive Arabs just about every day at my job so I didn’t flinch.
‘I don’t have any more money.’ I lied. ‘You want to call the police? Let’s call the police!’
They grumbled in Arabic and sat down; I walked off shaking my head.
Unfortunately, these types of encounters were not ...