Hotel Azayla
Travel Blogs from Asilah
A weekend in Paradise
... already there waiting for us, tickets in hand and the electric zeal of adventure in their eyes. Paul, Sarah and I, while still wearing the wariness of class like a sodden coat, were quick to catch up to their fervor as the train pulled into the station and we dashed aboard in search of seats.
Three hours on the train went by so quick that we nearly missed the stop at the station for Asilah. As soon as we got off the ...
Day 17 In the wars
... is the war?’. I’d forgotten how military Babs looks with all the green canvas. For a paranoid second I thought a Syrian type war had broken out in the North of Morocco, until I decoded his joke.
The war motif truly hit home at about 5pm when having spent a pleasant hour (sarcasm) trying to negotiate the centre of Rabat at evening rush hour and having found the route out North to the motorway, I succumbed to a scary ...
Assilah
... a remue. On peut paraît-il voire des dauphins. Absents ce jour... Débarquement, formalités douanières (Dans tous les guides , on vous explique la démarche : un Marocain va venir vous aider à remplir les formulaires, contre un petit billet, vous passerez plus vite. Certains contestent ce système parallèle, ça n'a rien de légal, mais tout le monde tolère. Les douaniers ne semblent pas innocent dans l'affaire et doivent percevoir leur commissions. ...
Group of sheep
... hours pass by until we left this quiet, coastal Moroccan town. As the hours passed, the cafe connected to our house provided a refuge for us. One thing that Asilah did right was Moroccan whiskey – mint tea. As the day turned to night, we sat and enjoyed the sweet, delightful drink one after the other. And that would be how we ended our day in Asilah and how our little group of four came to an end as we would all go our separate ways tomorrow.
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Shades of pale blue
... hill overlooking the city I came to really appreciate the beauty and life of this city nestled in the Rif.
Descending down the mountain road, back into the Medina, the streets were still really quiet. I found a seat at a cafe in the main square and sat and waited for the sun to burn off the cool chill that remained in the air. I had myself yet another typical breakfast of bread and jam and butter, dreaming of the day bacon would be an ...