Hotel Le Riad
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... him, and drove away. But we were intrigued. A mile or two later, we turned round and went back to the "tourist trap".
It was, as we discovered for a small fee to be guided down steep steps into tunnels where candles flickered along the walls and intermittent daylight appeared through vertical shafts above our heads (the mounds we had seen), an ancient irrigation system, now dry because of the huge reservoirs at ...
... the door was unlocked and ready for us to pass through to the land of Morocco.
The beginning of the new human year was spent in the hills above a blue town whose name sounded rather like the noise I make when I am coughing up some pine needles, Chefchaouen. There were open blue doorways to peer through, often revealing a pair of bare human feet in scuffed soft leather slippers, then some sometimes trousered and at other times long skirted legs of a ...
... banging tambourine-like drums and singing. The groom's family sang and walked towards them, in the night.
Four young men wore maroon-and-yellow costumes that included capes and handsome brimless caps.
The petite nineteen-year-old bride, Hadeejah, wore a white dress with a band around her waist, and a tiara in her hair. She sat in a box, and the four young men picked up this box and carried it on their shoulders ...
... food we've eaten so far. The owner tells us what has now become a recurring story of trying to work illegally abroad and getting deported. His village was pretty sweet so not sure other than money of the big attraction to go work in Las Palmas.
The following morning we say goodbye to the germans; exchange routes and head off further south in to dessert country.