Kasbah Hotel Tombouctou
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
Photos of Kasbah Hotel Tombouctou
TripAdvisor Reviews Kasbah Hotel Tombouctou Hassilabied
Travel Blogs from Hassilabied
... the fleece. It was a scene from Dickens, with mounds of soggy bluish fleeces, rickety wooden ladders leading to pallets on shelves, puddles of green water..a chalky-blue patina stained every surface. The air itself seemed grey-blue. An ass ate straw in a corner, while workers shifted piles of skins across sodden boards. It all reeked. Down more dark alleys, the sky far above. Through a doorway a small school, the children chanting verses from the Koran, ...
... about our age, who had children living in New Zealand, and had been interviewed for 'Getaway' by Catriona Rowntree. He was a bit of a windbag, but interesting. He ran the famous Chouwara tannery in the Fes medina, where traditional methods of processing animal skins in pits of lime and dyes were still practiced. His father worked in the pits, and he had made great social and professional progress in the family to get where he was today. He had a lot of advice for us: ...
... no stirrups and the lines.
We rode a couple of miles in to our little tent compound. Stand up semi- permanent standup safari tents,a big one for dining some smaller ones for sleeping set up in a Square. Sand floors covered wall to wall with Berber carpets.
No electric but I did notice a pretty strong WiFi signal. No idea what that was about.
Anyway, we settled in for sugary sweet mint tea and chicken tagine. Oranges slices for desert.
Just before dinner, I ...
... lentil soup) Tagine (whole chicken with aubergine, potato, root vege and carrots with sliced orange and cinnamon for afters. Sean was still on go slow, I had this massive tagine in front of us to eat, I tried my hardest as I didn't want to offend him, probably ate half! Then it was to bed on the sand in the tent which is really just a space surrounded by Berber rugs! The camp nearby had started playing the morrocan drums which sounded great, so of I drifted under the stars ...
... upon it with a sense of
adventure. Charly, who had been on very long coach journeys didnt!
The day before we left Essouira, we
bought some supplies for the journey and then got our heads down for
an early night.
At 4.40am the alarm went off, we
begrudgingly got ready and went to the station where we boarded our
coach and then left at 6.00am. At 8.30am we arrived in Marrakech to
catch our next coach which was due to leave at 8.30am! Luckily ...