Dar Al Bahar
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... on the city could still be seen in the many carved stone doors, the Star of David still identifying the faith of the owner from centuries past. The Portuguese fortress to the north of the medina was striking, the battlements decorated with the cannons that once defended the city from naval assault. Our tour took us to the dock where fishermen unloaded their goods, people pressed forward for the best fish for the approaching break fast, men with ...
... full of people was embarrassing but this might take it to a whole new level. After ensuring no square inch of skin was missed she then took me into the next chamber where the whole process was repeated and finally my body was polished off with a light grit red earthy scrub and I was rinsed off.
My skin was so smooth and glowing. What an experience.
(Clearly no photos with this blog!)
... them over.
What followed was an exceedingly polite conversation that went on for about 15 minutes where he explained in perfect english the road rules of morocco and particularly those concerning roundabouts which are likely, he said, to be completely different to our home country. "Here in Morocco, you need to give priority to vehicles on the roundabout". We complimented him on his english, said we clearly understood what he was ...
On the way to our next stop we visited a cooperative, operated by women manufacturing argan oil. The cooperative collected the oil in the traditional manner. They would break the nut open and grind it by hand producing the oil.
We arrived in Essaouria,a UNESCO heritage style. It was also known as Mogador when the Portuguese occupied this area of Morocco. It has a very good anchorage..
Mohammed III, wishing to reorient his kingdom toward the ...
... laid his hands on me, while still trying to get me to drink, even attempting to embrace me.
Not wanting confrontation, not wanting to risk anger, I stayed gentle and friendly, but insisted this was not what I wanted. I removed his hands more than once. But when in a couple of instances Aziz grasped my arms quite strongly, I didn't feel I could cope anymore. This actually alarmed me, for in that moment it seemed he was capable of anything. I announced that I ...