Hotel Villa Soleil Essaouira

... man after his bath with the locals. Apparently you go into a big room and they put local soap all over him and scub he said that a layer of skin came off and then they put big buckets of hot water all over him to make him clean. As I could not go Mohammad brought me back some local clay that you mix with water and put on your hair to make it really clean and nice so will have a girly night when we get home and we can try it out.<br><br ...

... However, upon much Googley research it turns out that PERMANENT tattoos are taboo in Morocco while TEMPORARY "henna" tattoos are apparently all the rage among locals and tourists alike. Thus, I settled for a full set of temporary "Berber bracelets" daintily hennaed 'round each of my ankles.<br><br> - Munching on a giant "McCrepe" at the local Golden Arches wanna-be - a little sandwich shop that I discovered tucked amid the ...

... him how to work the reigns &#8211; he&#8217;s left to his own devices. We file out of the ranch and into the sand dunes &#8211; its not long before John looks completely natural and like he&#8217;s been doing it for years, he wasn&#8217;t brave enough to go any faster than a walk on his horse (Nassib), but I felt really pleased for him cause every time I looked at him he was grinning from ear to ear!! Alex is already an accomplished rider and has been for many years so she ...

... covered with goats eating it. So strange show=) Look it;)<br><br>We had a lot of day free ahead of us so after a little dinner at the hotel I decided to go to our former hotel, Agadir Beach Club with newly found friends=) We sat here listening by beautiful singer, she was performing great, known by everyone, oldies songs, I talked with some french pair sitting next to us=) And when she was ...

... the city formerly known as Mogador) this rare gem of a hotel<br>offers more than one could ask for within the medina walls.<br>Featuring 35 luxurious African, English, Portugese and Oriental themed rooms and suites, this<br>grandeur Morroccan house turned five star hotel holds true to the cluster of cultures that have touched the surrounding land. The hotel is appealing to both the business traveler ...

... the middle ages and no cars or motorcycles are allowed in the medina. Even if you have a shop or move into a house, there is no exception, so everything gets transported by wheelcarts. It is a friendly city where you can peacefully stroll through the streets without constantly being hassled by vendors. I checked into Riad Baladin, a wonderfully restored old house with a central courtyard and ...

In picturesque Essaouira I scored a gorgeous room in a riad owned by a lovely woman for 150 dirhams (about $17) a night. The room is like a mini suite with tiled walls and loads of space to practice yoga on the lovely Moroccon carpet. The place I originally booked with charged me 175 dirhams for a tiny shared room (decribed on the phone as "huge") and was certainly not as lovely as I expected it to be, based on a recommendation I got from a friend. So, a couple of minutes ...

If Marrakech is the pink city, Essaouira is a blinding white one, although its colorful trims and stone fortifications add flourished that reflect its history as a coastal town under Portuguese domination for several centuries. With its busy fishing port, stone fortifications, sandy bayside beaches, and a mazelike Medina within the city walls, Essaouira is absolutely lovely. Firmly a stop on the hippie trail 30 to 40 years ago, Essaouira is now popular with ...

... of pills, lots of water and a lie down in the shade and I hope to God that this is where it bottoms out and my mate is feeling a lot better very soon. In this tough situation, the locals here are wonderful, and can't do enough to look after us and do whatever they can to help. 45 minutes of this and Pierpaolo is back in the land of the living - not quite up to bike riding capacity yet, but OK to go on. So I continue to follow in the tracks of the guide and start building a bit ...

... faithful tip auditor, and then the phone rings. Two of my clients have misplaced their Royal Air Maroc airline tickets, and are in a panic. I tell them I will get on it with my tour operator, but it is Sunday night and there is really nothing we can do at this point until Monday morning. I will meet with him first thing tomorrow. A client and I go to dinner together near the famous Square of Marrakech. First we split up and wander around, soaking up the atmosphere individually, and then ...