Hotel Residence Farah
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Incursion dans la vie d Helene a Agadir!
On se rendait a Agadir pour y voir Helene No2, une amie de Sophie, qui y habite depuis pres d un an. Malheureusement, le timing n a pas joue en notre faveur, elle etait en Fance au moment de notre visite. Heureusement, on a reussi a se parler de vive voix ( desole de t avoir casse les oreilles avec ma rude toux Helene!)
Helene nous a gentillement offert les cles de son chez soi, une belle villa situee dans un quartier residentiel tranquille a 5 minutes de la plage, disons ...
Second try
... each other and care; as usual in muslim countries they dont know the concept of living alone.
Still there qre some scumbqgs, for example, yesterday on the beach:
A guy comes next to me, asks me where i come from and then lists all the football players and clubs i ve ever heard of. Here the conversation:
He: where do u comle from?
me: what do u think? ; note: it alwas pays of to answer a question with a question, this takes them off their routine
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Ali and Smiley
... he will introduce me to the best mechanic in morocco. We arrive at 10am sharp Nd he says we have to go for breakfast, after tea and haasha we piled into his car and drive around town being introduced to everyone. Salaam, salaam and that's about it while he rabbits away in arabic for 10 mins while we wait. Hearing the occasional KTM lifts me only to be dropped again when a frown and shake of the head follows. By midday were back at ...
Not sure this is what I signed up for...
Frustrated!! With only 2300km under the belt I hope I haven't made a bad choice of bike. Getting help from friends and family has been great but I'm no further forward, parts are on the way but I'm now struggling to find the elusive magura mineral oil (thanks ktm for being the only manufacturer to use it!). Need to do something so heading ...
Day 052: Another Moroccan Superhike
... reminiscing the wonderful and painful moments I spent in that room… I remember the dairy shop where I’d get my glass of fresh yoghurt… and the other where I’d enjoy eggs and tomato omelette—I order another one just for old times sake. I look up one of my old friends—but it seems he’s disappeared… it seems all my friends from this area have either moved or died.
I walk past the slum that ...