Golden Beach Hotel Agadir

... was a free concert hosted on Saturday night, there were tons (and I mean 10's of thousands) and the crowd was quite, not much clapping when songs ended, the tiniest bit of hand waving, but definitely no dancing. It was seriously strange. I guess that's what happens where there is no booze involved.<br>

... to enter, this wave of heat riding over me, my body feels pressed against a blowing hair-dryer. As I drive from Tamri beach back to Taghazout with the untouched coastline to my right and the barren cliffs at the base of the Atlas mountains to my left, I feel as if an oven door is wide open, blasting HOT into the window, smothering me. I laugh wildly at this new sensation, as if I were in a ...

... spa. A ll of the spa services are inspired by renowned Oriental traditions. When you book a stay now for this summer season you can get a great deal that will give you access to the spa for a massage, the So Night Lounge and a free Berber Mojito! There's no better time than now to visit the hotel Sofitel Agadir <br>in Morocco. We hope to see you there this season!<br><br><br><br>

After a long sleep, I woke up fresh as a newborn=)<br><br>This day was a day when I decided to finally buy unbought souvenirs and presents. The first thing in my plans was a Confiserie where I could bought great morroccan pastry as a present=) It's Incredible... We walked the streets of Agadir to get to the La Fontaine Place where the Patiserie was situated... The city lives a very interesting life, non-familiar to us ...

... a small pool, two tennis courts and one voleyball court and that's all! No territory at all! The restaurants are poor with food, waiters could be my great-grandparents, the tables near the window are inhabited by ants... The rooms: way too simple. Conditioner exists, but is not working, oopsie! When our toilet paper ended, it was changed only on the next day after! That's disgusting!<br><br>Well, after a shower we fell asleep... It was hard day...

... to get them within 100m before some local popped up claiming they were his. Dist. cov.= 313 km 3rd - Another long drive day, 1st puncture of front right tyre delaying our journey to the border. Stopped in Dakhla for lunch, cook group managed to buy some camel meat. Had the usual photo stop needed for crossing the Tropic of Cancer. 2nd windy bushcamp in a row, and Lene was the first member to require stitches..lucky we ...

It had snowed quite a bit overnight, just not enough to make a mess out of the city, which I greatly appreciated for going to the airport again. 11 days in Germany, enough to do my laundry, recharge my batteries and swap guidebooks. I was happy to escape all those Christmas songs that were now playing non-stop on the radio. Three hours and twenty minutes flying time and I found myself in Agadir ...

... had 1 cup of coffee, 2 croissants, o.j., cake and choc roll. Waited in the lobby for the coach, met the hotel cat. Coach arrived at 6:15am but John was unable to get on as it was too high to access with his wheelchair so he didn't go. It was very dark when we set off at 6:25am although it did get light from about 7am. We started following the road along the High Atlas mountains which are 4165 metres at the highest point and known as Jabal Toubkal. Our tour guide was Habib. The ...

Greetings, A new country with a bunch of new things to learn. First is the keyboards. You can read all of the keys, but none of the important stuff, like letters or punctuation marks, are in the correct places. It adds a whole new understanding of the term, "hunt and peck". Water is about the same price, 5 Dirhams, so the change in the conversion rate is not too dramatic for my little brain. The toughest by far is that this is the first Country that we have ...

... an important role in our ultimate fate, as the manner in which they portray the death and destruction taking place in Iraq will greatly influence the behavior of Moroccans in the coming days and weeks. I first learned of the war when I woke up at 4am Thursday morning and tuned into the BBC on my shortwave. The unfortunate news lead to an alternating fit of packing my backs and reading the last 50 pages of "John Adams" (it is far too think a book to warrant bringing ...