Ibis Moussafir Ouarzazate
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- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Drycleaning onsite
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Breakfast Available
- High-speed internet in room
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When we arrived we didn't have any accommodation booked so went on the square to get tea and wifi. It turned out that the cafe we were in was attached to a really reasonably priced hotel, so it all worked out pretty nicely! We planned to stay in Ouarzazette for a couple of nights and ended up staying five. It is in a really good location and is a great base for loads of things. It was also home to a killer restaurant where we ate all of our meals, they had the most ...
... the cliff edge, selling mint tea, orange juice and colourful Moroccan souvenirs. And then we got even higher. The Tizi-n'Tichka Pass that our bus took is apparently the highest pass in all of Africa! Lots of hairpin bends and winding roads - not for the fainted hearted! We took a couple of pit stops where we had mint tea in the brisk chilly morning sun.
Then the descent below began. And just as suddenly, the snow peaks disappeared. Lots and lots of large green ...
... expecting. Even Jane who doesn't suffer motion sickness would rather never go through it again.
On the final stretch, as our minds and bodies finally calmed down, we picked Mustapha's brain for advice on our next few days. We had considered of going to visit one of Morocco's beach towns and Mustapha convinced us on Essaouira. We tried to arrange for him to take us but he said he couldn't make any promises as it would be up to the company boss. We reached the laneway to ...
Leaving the busyness of Marrakech our guide drives us towards the Atlas Mountains. Rocks and clay our mountainous view with its valley floor the fertile jewel, an oasis covered with date palms and community gardens, life hidden between the rocky terrain.
Ready to rock the kasbah I whip out my air guitar and make my way to its entry gate, little did I know it was me who was about to be rocked. A room as big as a 4x2 house, tiles ...
... the village and had some lunch.
Transportation in the gorge is mainly by share taxi and random hitchhiking and follows no predictable sequence or pattern, much like closing time on Broadway. Which is how, on our way out, we found ourselves squished like sardines into the very back of a ramshackle minivan packed to bursting with stout old Muslim ladies clearly on their way to some epic Sunday gathering. Their captivation with us was immediate and intense, like my ...