Riad Zahra Mogador
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- Airport Transportation
- Continental Breakfast
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Wireless internet connection in public areas
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... the mug tourist. The goats looked staged and I fumed about the price of the pic and my forgetfulness in bargaining for about the next 30 km’s. Oh well cool pic and a cool story, I guess…
We arrived in Essouria and spent several hours walking around the medina of this picturesque fishing village. It was a pretty nice way to spend a day. There were few touts and the souk was spacious and airy. We had some pretty nice kefta and ...
... day he gave me his phone number and there was a little confusion when he told me to write 'two E'; he meant 'three'. Up into the mountains of the Middle Atlas range we drove. The weather was becoming overcast, threatening rain. The land was fertile, olives and orchards and vegetables, but it was also rocky. This was to characterize the journey over the next five days: seemingly barren, stony land that yielded plenty. We kept climbing, up to a sub-alpine area ...
... found standing watching a roundabout don't appear to enforce either rule! Only today we went round a roundabout on the outside of a taxi who had stopped in the middle of the roundabout to pick up a guy who ran past the policeman, dodged the traffic and jumped into the taxi. The policeman didn't so much as raise his whistle to his mouth.
With this experience behind us, it therefore came as a bit of a surprise when we entered ...
... that area and we went exploring. The whole area enjoyed wide clean, streets, by in large, quite pleasant compared to other towns. Unfortunately I ran out of energy and returned to the hotel for a rest.
In the evening we went to one of the recommended restaurants on the beach, Fantastics, ordered cream of market vegetable soup. It was alright but bland, not much in way of spices.
In the morning are to head to our final day as a group in Casablanca.
... and see our two guests out. Then I myself disappeared, the song having to remain unfinished.
I heard jeremy partying with the others upstairs for longer.
To feel extra secure I locked the door to the sleeping quarters. Jeremy had attempted to abandon me in a dodgy situation, not for the first time, memories in India of him laughing from a distance as a gang of bad guys surround me in the sea at Gokarna, or dashing off leaving me and my children at the ...