Hotel Du Sud
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... We hoofed it along the nearly empty road toward the cluster of buildings we had seen and just as street lights started to come on we reached the only bus stop we had seen. Ok, now what? Stand here and look like a gringo. It worked. A handsome young man came over to us and asked if we were looking for a place to stay. We said that someone was meeting us named Hassam. Smiles all around!
Hassam explained that he saw the bus blast past, and ...
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 ...
... He showed a stack of a dozen signed tickets he has issued and were paid. He pulled out a thick stack of 100's which he explained were received for the violations. He showed another paper and explained that they have three categories, 400, a 500 and a 1000 dirham fines. We were at the bottom rung with just 400, he said. "It doesn't go in my pocket," he said as he implored us to believe him. He flipped ...
... at low tide you can walk from one end of the beach to the other. And back! If you get lost just follow your tracks in the sand or slowly turn 180 degrees and aim for the opposite end to the one you are currently occupying.
Lying on the Beach in Very Little Clothing
Morocco is a Muslim country sooo that's not really on around here.
Fishermen on the Cliffs
The very portrait of serenity as they sit stock still on the loose rocks ...
... Rosina, aiming to help me walk better, fashioned a makeshift shoe for me out of a plastic bag. How strange that must have looked to the locals, me in my new black Moroccan dress with a plastic bag around one of my feet.
Luckily Anna who had rushed off ahead came to find me with my plimsols from the house. The evening was now on its way, and as we crossed the watseland there were ladies dotted about sitting with their children, enjoying ...