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... the coach and retrieve our bags. Coach drives off leaving us at the side of the road. We do wonder whether we are even in the right place. Especially as the other couple who have been turfed off look equally mystified, and they are Moroccans! Ian goes for a reccy whilst I stay with the bags. There is one cafe open he reports back. Unlike the coach, its quite cold outside now so it looks like that's where we are headed.
The cafe is clearly a refuge for those with nowhere ...
... time before.
The next stage of our Moroccan journey has a slightly sandier focus.
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Max x x
PS Paw Notes regarding some of the photos:
Talismen – Mini Land Rover Defender 110 sitting on a Tigerstone given to us by some dear friends to protect us from those inauspicious winds bearing the smell of the feline. They sit on the dashboard where I can keep an eye ...
... up and kicking his feet, bouncing around the floor.
A short young man straddled an imaginary horse, to become even lower. He put his arms behind his back, on his head, and moved his body in many different ways simultaneously.
Of course I told Ezahid I'd dance with him now. The music was good. I tried not to hold any guy's hand for too long, though. And I drew the line at swinging my hair around!
So instead of trying to continue in chronological order and beginning with the hafla at school, I am just going to skip straight ahead to my trip to the Sahara, and go back another time. So Friday morning, those of us going on the trip had to be at school no later than 7, because that's when we were supposed to leave. turns out, we didn't leave until around 8. about 14 of us went, mostly American, including the five of us from west point. We drove ...
... kasbah where we were greeted by three tranquilo Berber men dressed in the blue and gold robes. We took a rooftop terrace option and sat down for some mint tea made with LoVe. So far we have not really spoken to any Muslim women, they are all wrapped up hidden away in their robes and veils or in the home. We are very close to the Algerian border here, just 20 kilometres away and are looking forward to a camel trek into the dunes, now, to get a fair deal, wish us ...