Hotel Aglou Beach
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- Adjoining Rooms
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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This trip has been fascinating in so many ways for me. I guess I really didn't know much about northern Africa. In fact a year ago I probably couldn’t point to where Morocco was on a blank map of Africa (not exactly). It’s not that I’m a bad student of geography, rather when I was in school the only geography that counted was learning the capitals to each state in the US. We just weren’t taught very much about the world – not ...
How 10Dh became 40Dh
We were walking through the Souq and came across a hair salon. I thought that I had negotiated a haircut for 10 D (about E1). He seemed to be doing such a good job that I decided to have my beard also trimmed, razor style.
On completion the priced seemed to have quadrupled. I was not unhappy, it was a great job and the cost was still only Euro4 or about $NZ6. I think he was late for prayers, I still had my ears and I was ...
A somewhat sad, broken down place known mainly for attributes considered uninteresting to most people - off white buildings, a depressing history of Spanish colonization - but seemingly bereft of any real attractions or sense of vibrancy. Extremely popular with the campervan crowd, obviously.
Sexually suggestive jokes AND talking gorillas, occasionally at the same time. Check out my book Random Acts of Travel: Featuring Trepidation, Hammocks and ...
... the hill we dallied somewhat in the bazaar sharing a zest to splash out a little, Anna on the traditional yellow Moroccan shoes and me on a long black Moroccan dress. I was also tempted to buy some barbary fig oil in the argan oil shop, this in response to the shops declaration that it would get rid of wrinkles (I hope so, though does anything?!).
Moving on there was Ian suddenley waving to us from a rooftop, ah, found at ...
... Anna was doing the same route, but on a Supratours coach.
Ian, me and the children got a local bus out of town, which took us quite a long way really, via the airport, and there we stood for ages with outstretched thumbs, joined by the stray dogs of the local terrain.
Two men in a white car eventually reversed to offer us a lift, Simo and Abdel Rahim, who were headed all the way to Agadir. Comfortably journeying in their car, we at one point ...