Riad Agnaoue
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Groundhog bushcamping
... girls got 'ambushed' by henna tattooists. As dusk fell the square became like 1001 Arabian Nights, with snake charmers, musicians, dancers, traditional water sellers and dervishes. Food stalls were set up, and we ate well, cheaply. Whilst watching the transformation from a roof terrace bar we spotted Alyson. She had got here pages and her I visa. Then back to camp.
Back to the centre of Marrakech and the medina ...
Riding Camels along the beach
... would be there cheering you on.
After enjoying the relaxed feel that was Essauira we headed back towards our hotel. With one more stop along the way - Camel riding. We managed to talk them into cutting the length of the ride and the price before we took them up on the offer. It was the weirdest feeling when the camel stood up. They stand up with their back legs first so ...
Essaouira
... if our seats were taken, we'd take the robbers on and show them who was boss, basically a show down like the movies where the goodies win and get all their stuff back - there was no way that was going to happen. It wasn't too surprising when there was no show down and we boarded no trouble enjoying a carefree journey to Essaouira.
We were staying in a 5 star hotel, it was very quiet due to ...
OFF I GO
... could it be mirroring the economic scenario? I am clearly fed up with this flight judging by the things that go through my head! Somebody faints. A girl from the hen party sitting in front of me with a pink tshirt and all the hen party accessories springs into action, she is a nurse. That was lucky otherwise I would have had to test my newly acquired First Aid skills! Nothins serious, the patient makes a speedy recovery ...
Marrakech or Bust..!
... what time – we had plenty of time AND we knew where to go! We sat and did people watching – relieved to see that there were many “western” dressed women, and also Moroccan women who did not wear headscarves. While we looked most definitely out of place – at least our clothing wasn’t!
The next adventure came as we attempted to take our reserved seats. I confidently climbed into the second first class car, ...