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.
We began our hitch out of Tiznit, first walking some way through the town, past army fortifications with huge pictures of the King of Morocco, and popping into a patissery which had been invaded by bees.
At first we did not get far enough out of town to get a good hitch. Ians knees were too incapacitated to walk far and we waited so long for someone to stop. We pushed Ian to keep walking just that little bit further, while he longed for the luxuries of a taxi and tried ...
I was up early and off out to sit in the alleyway, perched on a doorstep, accessing the wifi from the Riad Sultana. Regularly now, Berne the German anarchist of Ouarzazate has been messaging me of his love and affections for me, and though I did feel that sweetness of connection too, I do have my French lover Jean Raymond waiting for me back in the south of France.
Amazingly, for the first time in ages, Jean Raymond was online and wanted to converse, which ...
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free parking