Le Flouka Auberge et Restaurant du Lac
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... in colorful headscarfs and gowns smile and talk with one another as they pass by. Mules are ubiquitous. On some, men sit side saddle, while others pull two wheeled carts, and still others are ladened with large saddle bags.
Our hotel for the evening was set in a steep, narrow gorge along a rushing stream. To get to it, we had to cross a rickety footbridge, followed by porters carrying our bags. This was to be the most "rustic" of our ...
... humanity all competing for commercial opportunities. And you just have to hold your ground. Then there's the bikes and the cars going all which ways. No one seems to no where they're going and no one gives way. Even if you're on crossings. You mustn't stop or you die! Then you come across the dentists, barbers, medicine men and herbalists. They'll pull your teeth for a chook or perhaps two teeth for a goat. Forget the dentures, once your teeth are gone that's it! ...
A Tangier arrival seemed to cause some minor problems processing our exit from Morocco. But minor they were, and now we are sitting in an anonymous airport departure lounge. Anonymous, except to my left the High Atlas Mountains stretch the length of the lounge window, with palm trees and mosque minarets in between. Apparently it's easy to arrange travel through the Western Sahara and Mauritania. Now there's a thought for another day. But for now, it's exit Marrakesh, and ...
... a jeep, a mule or your own feet.
After buying some food and a 5-litre jug of mineral water (I stoically exercised my male duties by squeezing it into my already heavy backpack), we headed uphill. The well-trodden path led through forest and followed a course of a small river. After the popular picnic place by a lovely waterfall, the path became quite steep and ascended rapidly to Aremd – outstandingly picturesque village glued to a mountain slope above a deep ...
... try to climb down with the guitar on my back. If that doesn't work. I'll just have to sacrifice my faithful companion who has been at my side on every step of this journey. I really shouldn't have put myself in this situation. The backpack goes airborne. Then I gingerly make my way down, reminding myself that there'll be no one to find me if something goes wrong... Obviously I make it (as does the guitar), or I wouldn't be writing this today, swearing I will ...