Baoussala Essaouira

... gifts for people in the Souk its just really hard saw loads of things for people but try and haggle is annoying I just want to pay a price and it seems silly haggling for like 7 quid nearly bought you a bag Alex but the man was doing my head in so will have to try and find you something else ha ha.<br><br>Had some more mint tea in the square and then back to the Riad as Ian is going to the Hamam this is a place where all the locals go ...

... nuances of the U.S. military's fleet of 27+ satellites (a.k.a. Global Positioning System) that gratuitously allows folks all over the World to happily seek Tupperware in the woods (i.e. geocaching) - or in this case, the dry wasteland of the nearby sand dunes. Indeed, as I repeatedly shouted "Faites-moi confiance - SURPRISE!", he clearly thought I was nuts. Nonetheless (for 150 Dh) he prudently kept mum and dutifully ...

... him how to work the reigns &#8211; he&#8217;s left to his own devices. We file out of the ranch and into the sand dunes &#8211; its not long before John looks completely natural and like he&#8217;s been doing it for years, he wasn&#8217;t brave enough to go any faster than a walk on his horse (Nassib), but I felt really pleased for him cause every time I looked at him he was grinning from ear to ear!! Alex is already an accomplished rider and has been for many years so she ...

... covered with goats eating it. So strange show=) Look it;)<br><br>We had a lot of day free ahead of us so after a little dinner at the hotel I decided to go to our former hotel, Agadir Beach Club with newly found friends=) We sat here listening by beautiful singer, she was performing great, known by everyone, oldies songs, I talked with some french pair sitting next to us=) And when she was ...

Hotel Palais Le'Heure Bleue<br><br><br><br> <br><br><br><br>Imagine waking up to the sun peeking in through your suite window.<br><br>Just enough to summon you to the balcony to take in the marvelous views of Morrocco<br>.<br><br><br>The sea, the port and the towns that await you...<br><br><br>This could be the start of your day when you stay at the Heure Bleue Palais<br>.<br><br><br>Located in ...

... this is not happening... la dee da da da... Bloke splashes after us and lingers. "I have good stuff, you want stuff? I make for you good price. Very good price." I contemplate asking "What do you mean, what kind of stuff? What is this stuff of which you speak?" just to humour him, but Mum has already got her wallet out... Haha, kidding, she ...

... the middle ages and no cars or motorcycles are allowed in the medina. Even if you have a shop or move into a house, there is no exception, so everything gets transported by wheelcarts. It is a friendly city where you can peacefully stroll through the streets without constantly being hassled by vendors. I checked into Riad Baladin, a wonderfully restored old house with a central courtyard and ...

... drifted apart, lured by the many beautiful shops which beckoned, and I found myself alone with Cara. It was a crisis situation; my alcohol stock was none existent. The last of the wine was polished off last night in an attempt to divert my attention from the damp, musty smelling room. Eventually we stumbled across a small 'off licence' and stocked up. Our bottles were wrapped in newspaper and then placed in a plain black plastic bag, as is the way in Morocco ...

... Britain. The locals are friendly, shouting out "Bon jour, comment ça va?" They're all interested in talking to us - they think we're cowboys because of our hats. I'm practicing my French through conversation with the locals. When we tell people we're Canadian, they all think we're from Quebec, that seems to be the only province they've heard of. I've been offered pot and hash several times, but the guys are always ...