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... children. And, there are serious researchers &#8211; one stellar investigator calculated that Ismail would have had to copulate with an average of 1.2 women per day over 60 years to achieve that number of children. That would have been more than 26,000 spawnings, a 3.85% "hit" rate. Come on Ismail!<br><br>In an interesting 20th century correlation, Wilt Chamberlain attempted 11,862 free throws, of which 6,057 &#8220;scored ...

... restaurant chosen was very nice, with a genial English speaking host and waiters, and good hearty fare that was also fairly priced. We relaxed up here for a while, then entered the tomb. The spacing of the general Mausoleum was quite open, with some interesting views of groups of tombs together. Afterwards we walked across the street to a store, where we finally met a tradesman with a good ...

... means, and that to accept such a generous offer would in the end be to her detriment.  Loubna gave us a small photo of herself and a kiss goodbye, leaving us feeling incredibly humbled once again by the generous spirit of the ordinary Moroccan's we've met. We continued on our train journey to Meknes in relative silence, watching the countryside outside slowly turn from barren, hard land into a lush oasis as we neared Meknes.  Arriving ...

... we first arrived we were convinced it would be way above our price range, but you can't ever be sure with these places) it's costing 187dh and that's ensuite, with hot water and towels and everything! As you enter the town from the Rabat side, you follow the main road towards Meknes, down the hill until you think you've gone too far and it's on the right. We'll have a wander into town later to eat, but for now, it's rest time. Laters

Our last day in Meknes was planned as a day trip, by train, to Fes. Unfortunately, Udo's schnauze took centre stage and he was not up to the trip. We hung out at the hotel, reading and journal writing, and we shopped a bit. Wendy was successful in finding a 'treasure' for her mom (in a later entry) and Choyce purchased a gorgeous bracelet for herself.

... the delicious mixed fruit drink ensemble, better known as panache, it was back to the hotel for a catnap (we've since discovered that no one quite does the 'panache' quite like Meknes, and have planned a redirection in the trip just to come back for this awesome smoothie!) We spoilt ourselves at a Moroccan version of an Italian Pizza taverna for dinner, where we even went to the extent of enjoying a glass of their local red wine - heavily influenced by the French and certainly no ...

We walked into Meknes in the evening. The city is surrounded by huge walls and has many large ornate gates that are very impressive. It is an Imperial city, so it is on a much grander scale than any of the other places we have visited so far. As we explored the city, Dad led us down many dodgy dark alleys. Everyone we passed greeted us or asked if we were lost, which we were most of the time, but pretended we weren't, otherwise we'd end up being led into a carpet shop. We wandered around ...

... just couldn't do it, but picture them lined up in a row]. This was very unsettling and another gentle reminder that vegetarianism might not be such a bad option - after all it's not too often you come face to head with members of your food chain. * * * Meknes, a stunning reminder that our two visits to North Africa have each been in July to nicely catch the peak of summer. We is smart. Meknes should entitle their tourism campaign "Expect the Wholly ...

... a pas d'autres touristes. On marche dans les petites rues, il y a des enfants qui jouent, des gens qui travaillent. Papa a trouvé sa table et Flo et moi avons acheté des petits tambours. J'ai aussi trouvé de la musique (4dh le CD !). On boit un coup et on va au marché. Ensuite, on retourne au camping et on mange pour se coucher tôt.