Riad Kasbah Zineb
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... they actually were. A raised stone circle in the centre of the tower concealed a deep hollow core which acted like a rudimentary speaker, amplifying the sound of the booming cannons. When a suggestion was made about the history we had been taught about the fraught past between the Moroccan and Portuguese civilisations, we were given the Moroccan side of the story - very different to that of the Portuguese tour guide!
After a brief taste of the local peanut brittle, one ...
... girl (forgot her name:<) on the front desk were always warm and smiling. They made us think we were special guests! Good staff always improves our impression of a hotel. We liked the location. The price, with our longer stay discount, was better than other options in the medina.
The ocean breeze keeps the town cool and we were using an extra blanket rather than an A/C controller at night. We don't even remember if the Inna ...
Its been lovely to have had three nights in the one place at the end of our holiday, and our Riad is very quaint. It's run by a modern young woman named Samira who popped in to meet us one night.
She's an interesting Moroccan story...she divorced the man she married from her village because he was expecting a traditional Moroccan wife, came to the city, saved up and bought the large house that is now our Riad and then brought what seems like all her young relatives ...
... in which case barter!)
5) Learn some choice words in Arabic
6) Avoid here if you have dreadlocks!!7) You absolutely have to be stern and
confident. These people WILL take advantage of you in every way
possible given the chance. DONT give them the chance.
8) Do not give into pressure
9) The local parts are so much nicer
and cheaper. You will not get hounded here.
10) TAKE A MAN!!!!!
It also didn't help that I (Rebecca) was very sick for 24 hours and ...
... of our stay.
Unfortunately...the soft red dirt that would provide for a comfortable night's sleep was perfect bogging material and this time it was a beauty. It didn’t seem to matter what we did, Mabel seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the soil. Eventually, the back tyres came off, every sand mat was utilized and we’d dug a hole big enough to bury a Sherman tank. Tempers were frayed and there were a number of spats ...