Hotel La Tour Hassan
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The days in Rabat have been gloriously chocker block full. We've visited the Medina (old town that inside a walled in area. Lots of small shops with colorful leather bowls, wooden trays, large bulbous jewelry, herbs and spices and an anti aging potion which was my only investment! There are cats everywhere so missing Purdey and Lucky so much. Today …
... soaked to the skin, meaning that we probably weighed an extra twenty pounds each. For Joel, it was more unpleasant because his shirt and our locker key took a swim in the Atlantic. After a few minutes of searching, a kind stranger returned our locker key to us. Joel's shirt is most likely still swimming with the fishes. After securing the key, attempting to ride a few more waves, and taking a kayak to the face, knees, and back, it was time to head back to the Rabat side ...
... I met a girl the day before and essentially cheated my way to the front of the line.
So now I have my visa, and in a few days I will leave Rabat again, making a quick stop in Essaouira and somewhere around Agadir. From there maybe a few more days off road riding in the desert before I take the long road through Mauritania to Dakar.
Anyway, enough for now. Hopefully I will update this blog more often, but I won't promise anything ;).
... sheets, seated on his door-step. In this city where strangers never greeted one another, he greeted me ever-so-happily. "Bonjour. Bonne voyage!"
I returned to my medina and my house. I was ready to take part in one of my favorite activities here. I went to sit on my landlord Ishem's rooftop terrace. I watched the ocean waves striking the pier below me, relaxed, and enjoyed the sun.
After 3 days in Fez it was back to Rabat and Marjanes again to get the other two visas over the next 4 days. It turned out to be a tale of two opposites and if an embassy is indicative of the country it represents then we would be graciously hosted in Cote d'Ivoire and participate in a total shitfight in Mauritania.
Once our resident French speaker, Martine, had contacted the Ivory Coast embassy we were told to come in the next morning about ...
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Our room, with the window wide open, overlooks the terrace, gardens and pool. We hear the fountain at night pouring over itself...a restful sound. Breakfast is a bounty of anything you could desire. I had my favorite of pear, toasted baguette and gooey cheese. Oh and loads of coffee, freshly brewed.
Everyone here is so nice and loving speaking French!
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