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Travel Blogs from Mirleft
... thick helmet of short black hair and features reminiscent of a fugitive Libyan dictator following facial reconstruction, numerous botox injections and a disappointing loss by their favourite football club.
Some hotels offer laundry services, or you can stand on the cliffs with your arms spread and let the salty ocean breeze gently waft through your damp armpit areas, slowly whisking away sweat and other unwanted odours. Be warned, ...
... the hill we dallied somewhat in the bazaar sharing a zest to splash out a little, Anna on the traditional yellow Moroccan shoes and me on a long black Moroccan dress. I was also tempted to buy some barbary fig oil in the argan oil shop, this in response to the shops declaration that it would get rid of wrinkles (I hope so, though does anything?!).
Moving on there was Ian suddenley waving to us from a rooftop, ah, found at ...
... Mirleft and had returned to Marrakesh.
I saw that Jeremy was online so messaged him to find out if Atmo was ok. Well, Jeremy had seen him and said all was well, but they were not staying together. That was all he said, no details, just short to the point answers. My connection with Jeremy was truly over once and for all. But I was glad to hear Atmo was fine and I suppose unavoidably we'd all eventually be meeting up for the flight home from Marrakesh.
... said it was the sight of the sweet children which had inspired him to stop. He lived in Tiznit but worked as a head waiter in the beach village of Mirlleft to which we were heading. Mirleft was about 40 klms away, through semi arid hilly landscape. Though as for the sun we had come so far south to see, the weather here was still rainy and overcast.
'The land has needed this rain' Hamid told us. 'For such a long time we have been without rain.'
Mirleft was ...
... she would come back one day but I had not thought it would be so soon.
'Don't forget me' I said.
'How can I?' he replied. 'I love you.'
Oh dear. Now I have to wait till France to understand what this all truly means.
But of course he will take her back. She is his lifelong love. She, who tore his empire in half, and who drove off with her new lover in his flash car. I saved him from killing himself. Now all will be as it was before.