Hotel Riad Dar Dmana Fes

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... you a sprig of mint to hold up to your nose before you go up. The smell didn't seem too bad to me at first, but after standing there for several minutes thinking about the smell of skin, my stomach started turning a little. I breathed in my mint. Still very interesting to see all the people working and standing in the multicoloured pools of dye. Can't imagine doing that job. In the end I was relieved to get out of there.<br><br>Next ...

... stall. It smelt so good we couldn't resit. It also looked really good if you didn't look to closely. What we are about to describe next may shock some of the more hygienic among you, we apologize in advance. The man prepared our kebab, after which he then prepared other customers lunches. Apparently the special of the house was a mixed grill made up of heart, liver, kidneys, rack of lamb and some other parts we couldn't ...

... when carrying a jumbo bottle of Jager on us for the Christmas festivities. Our final stop was the massive ;edina. Talk about a labyrinth of bliss - 9,500 alleys of it. It was magic, like stepping back in time... tiny alley ways twisting and turning, donkeys laden with goods pushing through the crowds, children running about, meat hanging from hooks, massive bowls of assorted olives, spools of cotton and silk every ...

... a private dinner at a restaurant near our hotel called La Maison Blue. It was private because there were no other guests there. They wrote our name on the table in jewels and had lots of tangine pots with special dishes (tangines are the cone-shaped pots that they use in Morocco). A man played sitar music and it was very cool. But Lu and I both fell asleep before dessert, again! Today we walked around the medina by ourselves and ...

... would eat and gorge themselves stupid - go throw up and then gorge themselves again!). Last thing we saw was the huge olive press then our tour was over - we thanked Rashid and hopped in our taxis for the trip back to the city of Meknes. Jo and I got dropped off at the medina and walked around for a bit - actually running into Sophia along our travels. Entering the medina we got lost and a kind man directed us the right way. We saw a man in a ...

... cool, etc... on se surprend sans cesse à passer de l'image à la réalité, toutes les fois qu'on franchit le décor de la rue centrale pour déambuler dans les quartier, ne serait-ce que pour aller jouer au playstation à la play-station du coin avec les ados. J'ai l'impression que le Château Royal, qui trône seul comme un con au centre de tout ça, avec ses fontaines inutiles et ses jardins vides et gardés, est l'héritage maudit légué par les arrières-arrière grands ...

... more worthy of being covered than hers. I do not understand: how do you support this view you have just said? Once again, a series of looks from the attending cafe dwellers that contained not offense but the clear sentiment of How badly educated are these whiteys? Dont they learn ANY of the Koran at school? The coffee shop, of course, is basically a religious concept on a par with 'Bar' in schoolyard games of Tag. Basically your all knowing and all powerful God ...