Hotel Dar Zitoune
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... asked for money in return for pictures. After that the drive was long and the terrain uneventful.
We stayed 5 nights in Taroudant, at La Maison Anglaise, a guesthouse that specializes in offering a host of activities at very reasonable prices. I cannot recommend this place highly enough. The facilities are attractive, but not luxurious, and there is none of the obsequiousness one sometimes encounters at more high-end places. The staff here are gracious, attentive and ...
... dunes to be scaled larger, the landscape closer to the mountains and therefore blighted with huge rocky crevices and mounds which tested our spines and cores to the limit. En route, we passed a convoy of rally drivers, it was an all female rally that takes place annually, their brightly coloured cars thundering past us, churning up the dust as they went. They were bedecked in full driving gear, including helmets, which we eyed enviously, our own heads bouncing precariously ...
... by noon tomorrow, we would not have had much time to explore anyway
Not Just Any Ol' Motel
We got back in the car and circled Taroudannt's tall city wall and some markets we whizzed by looked interesting. We continued on out of town and hoped to find a place to stay soon. Orange orchards lined the road on both sides. We were approaching the national park boundary and ...
After an orange breakfast of little bread pancakes with orange jam and orange juice we headed out to an oasis about an hour away. We drove across the fertile Souss plains where all the fruit and veg for southern morocco are grown. From the bus we mostly saw Argan trees and wheat. The oasis was date palms and alfalfa and broad beans. They went to get donkeys from the small town and we had a little ride. Danny walked, which is lucky for the ...
... suburb built in the most disorganized and random fashion. I get off the bus when I think I’ve reached the town… but no… I find myself walking across a flat wasteland with clusters of cinderblock houses littering the landscape.
Finally I reach Oulad Teima proper with it’s bustling main drag, where I find a lively, indoor market which seems to specialize in pastries. But once outside, I get an unsafe feeling about this place. Maybe ...