Hotel de France Tan-Tan

Petite escale ou l on a rejoint Nath et Franck avant de repartir pour le sud. Petite ville de pecheur tres agreable anciennement espagnole. Son charme inébranlable, sa population paisible et particulière rendent l’accueil plus que chaleureux ! Une superbe ambiance les soirees sont tres vivantes, on s y sent bien...

It was not easy to leave captivating Sidi Ifni, where nothing is everything and where every day holds so many extraordinary experiences. But in less than 10 days my flight back to LA is leaving from Casablanca and I have not visited Fes yet, so it was time to move on. Several people told me about a huge Saharan festival in Tan-Tan, several hours south of ...

... I've ever met, I saw several times more before leaving Ifni. Supporting his parents and sisters from fishing he brings home anywhere from nothing to 100 dirham a day. There is only enough for food and not much else. His teeth are almot all gone, and he is only 33. And with all of that he seems like the happiest guy alive. Always gently smiling, always loving, never ever requesting ...

... with oil, and invites Ibrahim and myself to join him for lunch. I remember my mother telling me that growing up in Libya they often had ate bread and oil as a meal, since they could not afford any other food. I feel very fortunate to have this experience and my heart is exploding with joy sharing such a special moment with this two gentle, generous and kind beings. They invite me to join them at 7pm at the beach for dinner and fishing. I offer to give then 200 dirhams so ...

... to three women on the hotel's gorgeous roof. The woman who registered me, seeing my profession on the registration form, immediately asked me if I'd teach her, and that turned into a class which was so wonderful, because none of the three women spoke English so I had to instruct the class in Arabic and French. And it was so joyful to see that people intuitively connect to their breath and find alignment and relaxation. And then there are the people of Sidi Ifni, who unlike anywhere I ...

... and for part of the way, even slept on my shoulder. If I wanted, I could have paid double the price (which would have been only $10 alltogether) and get the front seat to myself, but I truly preferred to have this authentic experience, riding a cab the Moroccon way. I realized that in the past I have found similar experiences irritating only because I made it mean that I was not good ...

Aparece em alguns mapas como um territorio autonomo, mas é ocupado pelo Marrocos e disputado com a Mauritânia. Talvez pela costa pensei eu. E por causa do fosfato, disseram-me os austriacos. Seja como for, ha partes desse territorio marroquino que são constantemente atacados por uma das ...

Foi a primeira paragem longa. Ficamos duas horas a espera que abrisse o unico boteco onde lhe disseram que se vendiam os unicos cigarros que ele gosta, Dunhill. Quando ja estavamos a pensar desmarcar aproximou-se um ndengue e começamos a falar. Como a maior parte das pessoas que se me dirigem vendo em mim um europeu, este rapaz queria fugir para a Europa e vinha ver-me para que eu lhe falasse desse mundo maravilhoso, como se ...

Between Essaouira and Agadir we passed through hilly countryside of shrubby Argan trees, thorn trees that look like olive trees from whose nuts a flavorful medicinal oil is extracted. But the nuts are only collected from the dung of the goats that climb the trees and eat the trees' tough fruits. Yes, tree climbing goats - almost like something out of Doctor Seuss. We spotted some of these mutants a short distance out of ...