Riyad El Cadi
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- Minbar in room
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- Swimming pool
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... Hiking, biking, walking, skiing all take place here amongst the fir trees. We exit the plateau through a volcanic area where they get heavy black stone for crushing olives. It is very scenic. Through out the journey we see large storks nesting in power transmission poles, House roofs..... lots & lots of them. Apparently they migrate to Europe on 25th June each year to escape the heat, returning on September 25th.
We now enter Berber country. The roofing tiles ...
We decide to make our last full day in Marrakesh a day of leisure, and arise later, enjoy a great breakfast with lots of pomegranates (we know that whoever is peeling the pomegranates will be very happy to see us depart!), and then enjoy a good, long workout (we are guessing we won’t be getting a lot of exercise while on safari). We shower and walk to our lunch spot — the very special Royal ...
... experts in the Koran. The pollution is pretty bad in Marrakech and the smell of diesel is everywhere, so we took a nice break from the outside for a hammam and massage in a lovely house free from all the hustle and bustle. Hammam to the Moroccans is like the sauna is to the Finnish. It’s something they do two to three times a week to stay clean and healthy. You sit in a steam room and the lady comes in to pour water all ...
So after a fairly quiet few weeks I was invited by Mr Firdaous to attend the first Ecologie Club trip to celebrate the international day of forests. So the 3 students from the Ecologie club and I, along with Mr Firdaous and one of the school drivers got in the car and started the long drive to the mountains. We stopped along the way for a traditional Moroccan breakfast, which was not all bad. It consisted of bread and crepe type things ...
... the woman in the next seat ran off the train for some reason and we both had a cure for our aching legs. The last part of our journey to Marrakech was characterised by a few power cuts which plunged the carriage into complete darkness a fair few times which was met by some bemusing exclamations from our fellow passengers. At the train station (comparable to Old Trafford after a match) we jumped in a taxi and headed to fulfil our guilty pleasure: ...