Angsana Riads Collection Morocco - Riad Dar Zaouia
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In the last entry I alluded to the weather change. Well - it poured for several days so the Iberostar and Agadir were even more gloomier than before. It was cold, wet and windy. On the weather chart it looked cyclonic and was part of the floods sweeping across France and Spain. And that worried us. I did feel sorry for those who had flown in from the Northern Hemisphere for a week of sun! But then there was the realisation that our travel plans were also in jeopardy because of the ...
... the place was dead silent. We got worried, maybe this wasn't going to happen. We bumbled out to the lounge area using iPhones as torches. Nobody here. We unlocked the front door, nothing happening outside, but at least we saw a broad, starry sky. Then a whisper from behind said 'Come come sir and madams', and a little torchlight fell on us. We followed our driver out beside the Kasbah, where four camels waited, all saddled and tethered, legs folded neatly beneath them like ...
Our last two nights before Marrakech are at this lovely getaway, Ksar Shama, only about an hour outside of Marrakech. It's up in the mountains, within a national park though, and is a peaceful little spot. Beautiful outdoor swimming pool and lounging areas and really nice rooms, some with wood burning fire places. We had ...
... I went back to Morocco, I probably wouldn’t go to it, I would go to one of the things that’s in Marrakech that I didn’t go to on this visit, like the tombs.
Day Trip No2
Our second day trip was shorter than the first, and it was on one of our last days in Marrakech. We drove to Essouira which is at the beach. When we got to the beach, we walked through the souks in the village there ...
... large brown eyes. As kids, some of us were embarrassed for her when we stumbled across bare breasted tribal women hidden deep inside the glossy pages of National Geographic. Others slightly resented her with millions of starving children. We sat alone at the dinner table, chastised, long after the plates had cleared, chewing on fatty chunks of meat floating in cold irish stew. We have been in Africa for two ...