Hotel Chateau Mogador Essaouira

... man after his bath with the locals. Apparently you go into a big room and they put local soap all over him and scub he said that a layer of skin came off and then they put big buckets of hot water all over him to make him clean. As I could not go Mohammad brought me back some local clay that you mix with water and put on your hair to make it really clean and nice so will have a girly night when we get home and we can try it out.<br><br ...

... out, a bit of a swim out to the "Castle in the Sand" (a natural stone relic immortalized in a tune by Jimmi Hendrix in the 60's who used to hang out - no doubt in a tie-dyed T-shirt - nearby).<br><br> Prudently turning away from such georecklessness (nay possibly a watery geocide!), my guide Mohammad instead turned our trusty "chevals" inland at my direction, as I waved my GPSr and vainly tried to explain (in French!) the ...

... everyone, collect our luggage from the riad and walk to the bus stop.<br><br>We arrive back in Marrakech around 10pm &#8211; and are greeted by the usual crowd hassling you to offer you taxi services. We could barely get off the bus for people thrusting things at us and shouting for our attention. John is trying to get our bag and he engages in conversation with one of the taxi drivers, for some reason one of the other taxi drivers seems to think that John is his cusomter and ...

So, we're off to the coast today &#8211; we get up, have some more delicious Moroccan pancakes and then walk from the riad to a main(ish) road to get a taxi to take us and our luggage to the bus station. The smallest, ramshackled taxi in the history of taxis comes along and just as I&#8217;m thinking no way we&#8217;ll all fit in there &#8211; luggage en all, the drivers squashed our bags in and slammed the boot shut &#8211; one of the bags being on the ...

... two hours. When we arrived, it was such beautiful! We walked to the defensive fortress built right on the cliffs, there are many cannons which looks ahead on the ocean. The waves are crushing on the cliffs under the fortress... And the wind of course! It knocks you down as if you were a puppet... Incredible feelings... Then we went to the deep part of the fortress, to the town itself. We visited ...

... need assistance planning your day (perhaps a hike to explore the lovely<br><br><br>Atlas Mountains?) or a babysitter for the kids so you can have a night out alone on the town.<br><br><br>The list of entertainment possibilities is endless.<br>Both within and outside the hotel's walls. Pace through the courtyard of Heure Bleue Palais<br>and let the gorgeous palm trees and breath taking fountain put you ...

Breakfast was surprisingly wonderful in my little hotel along the road, I got a very nice French Crepe, a thin crispy pancake, and a fruit salad. The bus to my next destination Essaouira left at 8 am but I didn't want to spoil the day with the sound of an alarm clock. I was sure there would be some other possibility to get there, and I was right. It was the time of some mutton-eating festival in ...

... with heading back from whence we came once in a while. Drank tea with a Berber whilst Nic selected silver adornments. They are friendly, respectable traders who`ve been at the game for a couple of millenia or so, enjoyed the experience, left with a contact in Zagora for Sahara action. See how that transpires. Attempting to get to Tafraoute direct proved a tad to close to impossible and we were herded from one bus to ...

... and feeling out of sorts is the first to drop the bike. Riding on this stuff is like riding on ice...the bike's back end shakes around like that of a dancer in a Snoop Dogg video clip, and with no warning the front wheel can get wrestled from your hands and pretty soon your eating the stuff. I drop once, Pierpaolo does 2 more and looks shattered. Go over and help him pick the bike up - he says he needs a rest so takes his ********** and he's sweating like a microwave meal ...

... about the religion from the perspective of a believer, but I almost feel as though I am being proselytized. After an explanation of the difference between Sunni and Shiite Islam, I ask which branch Osama bin Laden adheres to, and he makes it clear that he tries to know as little as possible about a man who is not at all appreciated in Morocco. He repeatedly states that what Osama is teaching has nothing to do with Islam, which forbids the harming of yourself or another person. The ...