Hotel des Iles
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- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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... for my guard duty, I came back through the market, I just took a few photos to show you, these souks or markets are all the same, just different places, and they are too bothered about how they display their meat or wares I doubt I will go back this afternoon, I only have an hour or so, so might stay on the truck
No idea where we will be tonight, bush camp or campsite, but it will be putting up a wet ...
... the edge of the square. We were amazingly tired for having spent most of the day sitting down so lacking the enthusiasm to deal with the square any longer we headed back to the hostel. After availing ourselves of the free hostel breakfast we braced ourselves for the insanity of the Marrakech medina. It's all hustle and bustle and everyone wants to talk to you and have you spend money in their stores and the opening price is always exorbitant and it can get very tiring ...
... Ryan went for a walk to see if we hadd missed any stalls out - then after a while I decided to leave him to his shopping and wondered back towards the beach. Along the way I bumped into a few others and despite being wind blasted by the sand we walked back to the site - along the way Mandy Lee and myself decided it would be fun to go for a swim in the Atlantic - and I was glad I did - a little cool maybe but it was certainly refreshing and I soon ...
... him how to work the reigns – he’s left to his own devices. We file out of the ranch and into the sand dunes – its not long before John looks completely natural and like he’s been doing it for years, he wasn’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 ...
... 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 ...