Amani Hôtel Appart
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- Shuttle bus service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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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.
... with the proprietor, taking both for just £8. Happy with our purchases, we continued through the winding streets until we reached the atmospheric Ben Youssef Medersa - a religious school founded in the fourteenth century and rebuilt during the 1560s - where students learned the Koran by heart, eventually training to be Imams or religious teachers. For just ten dirhams, the equivalent of 70p, we were able to leave the busy streets and retreat into the calm of its ...
... Alcohol is readily available in Morroco but better safe than sorry. The Easyjet flight is fine. We have pre-booked a car to meet us at the airport but when we get out of customs there are lots of drivers waiting but none with our name on his board. We ask but no-one has heard of us. Someone tries to be helpful and sends us off to the other side of the terminal but there is no-one ...
The next day I was received very warmly by Adil, a twenty-nine year old Moroccan guy who was born and raised in Marrakech, and his cousin, Jake (his nickname). After preparing Moroccan mint tea for us to drink, Adil left to interview for a job. While Adil interviewed, and Jake went to class, I wrote some blogs and sipped tea.
When they returned, I left with Adil and his girlfriend to grab some traditional Moroccan bean soup in the Jemma el-Fna. Like ...