Le Petit Riad
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- Non-smoking rooms
- Breakfast Available
- Smoking rooms available
- Reduced mobility rooms
- Concierge desk
- Room service
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... the Berber language which is apparently quite different to the language spoken in Marrakech. He says that in the Berber culture, the woman do most of the work. The road we are on is impassable in winter as it is covered in snow. This is difficult to comprehend after the heat in Marrakech.
We stop again for a short break. Issy wanders into a stall and starts looking at jewellery. The storekeeper introduces himself to Issy as Ahmed. They begin bargaining ...
The road took us through the gorge that runs between Forum-Zguid and Ait Ben Hadddou. This pretty route twisted and turned along the dry river bed. It is dotted with little oases and villages. Old Kasbahs left to wrack and ruin their mud bricks crumbling back into the red earth from which they were made. Last winter’s heavy rains severely affected the infrastructure in this area and there has been a lot of hard work making the road passable. ...
Later that evening, after meeting our friends, we had a 'hammam', a seriously relaxing and cleansing experience. A youngish girl masterfully managed the whole business in a small steam room with hot marble tiles and a font of smoking water. We were scrubbed with a scouring mitt, soaped, oiled, sluiced over and over again with buckets, oiled, soaped, sluiced again, dried and finally bundled up in white towels like babies, and sent to sleep on beds ...
... the foot of the Jebel Kissane mountain. Just before we reached Agdz a familiar rattling thump brought our car to an abrupt standstill. We groaned silently, knowing it was flat tyre. Alan and I seem to have a bad habit of attracting flat tyres and on our previous trip through Ladakh in the Himalayas of northern India, we were continually plagued by tyre problems. We just hoped that the situation would not be quite as serious in Morocco as it was in ...
... it in the former time, before the setting of the software. I touched the switch, and with a sound that did not quite fail to be almost inaudible, the screen flashed into candescence like a full moon seen through the highest branches of a tamarack. Taking precautions against a hard winter, me, I chopped and sharpened a supply of pencils, quickly but neatly stacking them within reach, carefully sweeping up and swallowing the shavings in order ...