Mansour Eddahbi - Palais des Congres
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... was difficult to know the way since there were no signs or markings and the trail was a donkey trail. Which was actually used for donkeys since we ran into a women walking with one up the hill on our way down. We kept wandering down different paths and people kept telling us we were going the wrong way. Sometimes it was helpful but sometimes we just wanted to explore and have fun. We made it to the river ...
... Then we got introduced to batman, the guardian of the camp an hooked us up with some local produce. An entertaining night with him under the stars.. Time in desert made more extreme by being rummaduhm for our whole time in morocco so no food water smokes or sex during daylight hours so the whole country is a ghost town during the day an comes alive at night.. Weird feeling. A day travelling out of desert ...
... after my number one doggy in France- Oscar.
Salmane (our host) and his friend Rachid showed us around the area and we sat in a cafe talking for hours. Then we went back, where we are and then at 1am, did gymnastics in the living room!
We stayed with our new friends for a few days before going to the Atlas mountains (which i shall write about).
So much happened in Marrakech and with our ...
... YSL could have been impacted by this land. It’s a place of magic and beauty with a sense of vibrancy that I haven’t found in our travels to date. Perhaps it’s the country’s close proximity to Europe and Africa – the West meeting the East or the long history of people and cultures that have been here. Many times as I wandered through the streets, my thoughts went back to my impressions of our travels through Turkey – so ...
... we wander along the platform to where our carriage is expected to stop, we see all the locals using the little ramp that goes from each platform and across the tracks. Apparently its only first-class passengers who have to do it the hard way.
While we wait for the train I cross the track (like a local this time) as I saw a little shop on platform 1 selling coffee. I asked if I can have a cappuccino - a large one please - "Yes sir, of ...