Auberge de la Plage
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... to get them cleaned and gutted. (This is the only area of the sea port that smells) Next stop to the the markets to buy our salad ingredients and some fresh strawberries. We then ventured further into the markets to a small cafe, full of men, we squashed into a table as Abdou handed over our purchases ... 10 mins later we were dining on freshly made salad, fresh rolls, amazing charcoal grilled fish and octupus and drinking ...
... he said. I did not ask questions to judge. I asked them out of genuine curiosity of the truth, to see with my eyes and hear with my ears how people think, what they believe in, and how they act. The moment I started to judge I would have kept my mouth shut. Yesterday we visited the home of Aisha's, a Berber widow in the Tijhza village. She prepared for us delicious pound cake and mixed nuts, and then sat herself in the corner, sidelined ...
... if he did not have a clear view". He thought for a while, trying to think of something else that would make us hand over some "baksheesh". "You are supposed to stop", he said, to which I replied "It is not a Stop sign; it is a Give Way sign". He pursued this for a while and as he could see that we were not such easy targets, he said: "I am going to have to write you an Infraction Notice".
"Before you do that", I said, "Let's just ...
... that area and we went exploring. The whole area enjoyed wide clean, streets, by in large, quite pleasant compared to other towns. Unfortunately I ran out of energy and returned to the hotel for a rest.
In the evening we went to one of the recommended restaurants on the beach, Fantastics, ordered cream of market vegetable soup. It was alright but bland, not much in way of spices.
In the morning are to head to our final day as a group in Casablanca.
... and see our two guests out. Then I myself disappeared, the song having to remain unfinished.
I heard jeremy partying with the others upstairs for longer.
To feel extra secure I locked the door to the sleeping quarters. Jeremy had attempted to abandon me in a dodgy situation, not for the first time, memories in India of him laughing from a distance as a gang of bad guys surround me in the sea at Gokarna, or dashing off leaving me and my children at the ...