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January 11th to March 9th, 2014 Af-ri-ca! The three syllables are easily reduced to a cliché. An older generation formed their first impression of the dark continent watching buffed American actor Johnny Weissmuller swinging from limb to limb hollering out his supremacy as Lord of the Jungle. Younger people were more likely introduced to her through an animated Disney character with a thick mane ...
... to the city. It's still full summer along Clifton Beach. Skinny boys play cricket on the sand. Teenagers in black wetsuits ride the curling wave. Anchored offshore is a small flotilla of pleasure craft packed with bronzed young people. The party is in full swing. We hear its rhythm. We order espresso and fresh fruit tarts at a quaint French bakery in the De Waterkant, Cape Town's garishly painted up gay quarter. We hang out with Nancy, a modern day ...
Ian turned up as we were eating our deluxe breakfast. So he had not gone to Essaouira after all. Not only had the honey man never turned up but Ian now realised he had been sold dud honey. Still as poor as anything he owed money for his hostel last night, so I gave him the money and off he went to pay the bill. We sorted out first with Loek, that as a couchsurfer he could have a free nights stay at our place, after which for any day ever after he could ...
... orchards of date trees, and ultimately arid desert lands. As we cycle along in groups of two or three we pass camels and shacks, surprised locals and dirt roads, feeling the sun burning down upon us, getting hotter and hotter.
About 90 minutes into the ride Paul pulls up ahead of me with a blown tyre. We're at the front of the pack but have to wait while everyone sails past us until the mechanic arrives to patch up the puncture, dodging flies and trying ...
... reached the city of Marrakesh and descended from the vomit capsule several of the other passengers vomited outside the coach as well. Mmm welcome to Marrakesh.
Marrakesh, although not the capital, Rabat is, is thought of as the beating heart of Morocco and is often the main destination for many who venture to this country. Its craziness is evident as you travel in your overpriced taxi, paying ten times what you paid further inland, and ...
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet