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A messy little village spread haphazardly near a number of beaches and surrounded by spectacular cliffs, Mirleft is incessantly pounded by crashing waves and teems with young Moroccans playing football on the wet sand and occasionally squealing in strangely high-pitched voices. Surfers come for the uncrowded and largely untouched waves, the touring campervans for the warm weather and tremendous views, and the European expats for the opportunity to ...
Really this was a great day, one of the best, which began with Anna and I taking a stroll in the countryside, up to the old French fort which overlooks Mirleft. Half way up we stopped to indulge in tea with a view at the plush guesthouse Trois Chameaux. We nosied our way around the gardens there, seeing the pretty (but clorinated pool), a rusty old car and scrapping cats. Anna did a spot of sketching and then we were off up to the ruins of the ...
We breakfasted in town, choosing a cafe on a side street which the locals seemed to like, there served by a flibberty-gibbert of a waiter who wasn't so competent in maths and for a cheese omelette simply served up two fried eggs with slabs of cream cheese on top. Via the wifi there, and with drizzling misty rain all around, we looked up any interesting inland destinations, the beach not being the kind of place one really wants to be at when the weather is ...
... to find him to explain all.
Ian was in the towns Italian restaurant with the patron, Dino of Italy, a long time resident of Morocco.
When I explained I woud be sharing with Anna, Ian was upset.
He said he'd known this would happen and he didn't want to pay for a whole flat to himself, not for a price of 150 dirhams anyway (15 euro's). I said he could surely haggle but he wouldn't even come and look.
Someone was then offering him a cheap place in ...
I was up early and off out to sit in the alleyway, perched on a doorstep, accessing the wifi from the Riad Sultana. Regularly now, Berne the German anarchist of Ouarzazate has been messaging me of his love and affections for me, and though I did feel that sweetness of connection too, I do have my French lover Jean Raymond waiting for me back in the south of France.
Amazingly, for the first time in ages, Jean Raymond was online and wanted to converse, which ...
- Adjoining Rooms
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking