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From Casablanca we all caught the early train back to Rabat to find out that the visas for Mauritania had not arrived yet. At first we were advised they would be ready by 11am, then midday. By mid afternoon the visas had not arrived so the decision was made to head off out of the capital without our passports and visas, we will pick them up in couple of days. The destination was a bush camp near the old Roman ruins of Volubilis. <br><br> It was my cook groups turn at cooking ...

... with an amazing character who took a particular liking to Sandra (even asked her to marry him). The food was excellent - most of us had kofta tagine (meatballs), but they also brought out an amazing array of dips, bread, lentils and beans. We then had a lovely hot mint tea. Into a carpet factory and upstairs to see the ladies making them. Their fingers were moving so fast I couldn't really see how they were making the knots and cutting off the ...

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... of colours. Of course we ended in a carpet shop. However, this was run by a woman's cooperative, so each piece of work is inspected for quality and they are paid directly before it is sold in the shop. They sell both arabic and berber design. The shop is housed in an old riad, which was owned by a wealthy merchant and is full of beautiful zellij (mosaic) work and a covered in courtyard. At this point it was bucketing down rain again. I like the berber ...

... matching diamante ring, earring and necklace set costume jewellery from Jamel before buying tickets on the only bus leaving to Marrakech at 6am the next day. We scrounge around in our backpacks to find some gifts to exchange. We say goodbye to our new husbands and Aziz is upset we are going. We are asked to have our photo taken with the lads and the pimp daddy hotel owner Habib in front of the hotel before we can slip off to bed. The reception guy tells Nadine he loves ...

... and glazed. We also saw how they use the ceramics to make mosaic tiles and how they put them together to make table tops and water features etc etc -- lots of chipping away and patience. At every stop we were led into the shop in the hope we would buy something - i did actually but a tile - blue and yellow. Back in our cabs we drove to a nearby gate which would lead us into the medina - we saw a stand that was selling ...

... elles un truc comme ça ? Hier soir, j'ai failli me faire violer par le prostitué que m'offrait mon hôte comme cadeau fixant notre amitié: "c'est de l'amour", il a dit. Il a fallu que je me batte avec, dix minutes après mon tout premier "non", suivi de cents autres de plus en plus énervés, jusqu'à ce que j'ai un haut le coeur en me rappelant le mec sur l'acide de l'autre soir, parce que je SAIS que de dire simplement "non" n'est jamais assez, que ça ...

... is simply the best I have ever tasted, and I am afraid I can never go back to Tropicana. We had a long day visiting the holy pilgrimmage site of Meknes and the Roman ruins of Volubilis - the Roman empires furthest flung settlement. The heat was oppressive and unbearable at times, and I collapsed in the shade whenever the moments presented themselves. We are leaving to the Sahara tomorrow and I can only imagine what we face there! Until we re-emerge - hopefully alive - bessalama!