Hotel Etoil Du Toubkal
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Into the mountains and a night under the stars
... this is the Berber way. Oh, if only I had trusted my gut then perhaps my gut would not have betrayed me just a few hours later. But that tale is still to come. Before that spectaular eruption occurs I am wowed by the night sky, undimmed by light pollution, which here in the desert reveals stars in their millions and the clear swathe of the Milky Way above us. After a while feeling humbled by my sheer insignificance I throw myself back into the merriment ...
Morocco Madness!!!!
... Ohhh it was amazing.... Spent the rest of the arvo there. A group of us ventured out for dinner than bed for me.. Tom we have a full day to see some mosc's and roman ruins... It will be HOT again... You would all be soo proud at all the water I'm drinking hahahha hahah Morroco Day 8: Hot out & I am not wearing long pants!! Longer shorts and a t-shirt it is... Bout a hour out of Fes there are some roman ruins, they are in the middle of nowhere. Seams a strange place to ...
The Bahia Palace by day and night
... fountain. It is shady and green. Around the courtyard are rooms which were used by the three main religious groups, Jews, Christians and Muslims to conduct business and carry out administration. The stucco and plaster work and tiling is beautiful. The painted wooden ceilings show delicate and intricate designs. This is a feast for the eyes. We visit rooms used for meetings, the area reserved for the King's four wives and concubines, the King's mother's rooms and the ...
More hospital life
... this afternoon. Thank you. I survey my lunch. The fresh salad looks good. I eat the meat and leave the pasta. The fruit is tinned. I choose some of Ahmed's fruit. I lie on my bed and read. I check my emails. Late in the afternoon, Bruce arrives with ice cream, diet coke and more water. Ahmed arrives with his daughter. He introduces me to Oma. She is 6. She kisses me on both cheeks. She hopes I feel better soon. She is plump, gorgeous and dark. She looks at me shyly. ...
Once again on top of a mountain
Dearest friends and family,
My annual ritual of getting lost somewhere on top of a mountain as far away from civilisation as possible, this year took me to the Atlas mountains in Toubkal National Park, Morocco. The summit to climb on this trip was Mt. Toubkal, which is the 4th highest mountain in Africa. Yes, you guessed it right, each year it seems that I take the first opportunity I get to travel back to Africa. Believe me, it is addictive. I am already looking at the ...
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