Villa Dar Zina
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Business Services
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... Suprisingly finding good Morrocain food proves a serious challenges, so when a good place in found repeat returns seem obligatory. We literally ate every tajine of our favourite restaurants menu; chicken citron with olives, chicken with dried fruit, beef with prunes, apricots and almonds, beef with onion and raisins, kefta with peas...the list does go on. Friends we took to the restaurant all agreed it was the best food they had eaten in Morrocco. Bridget ...
... construct their food stalls (a lot of work to go through every night!), along with lots of monkeys dressed in outlandish outfits, secured to their owners by leashes and chains. Frankly, it is sad to see the monkeys kept in this way, as they are obviously not happy. We see many of them pulling back on their chains, not wanting to be confined or controlled as they are. The monkey handlers are just as maniacal about demanding money for a single photo, so we ...
... room needed to be freed up for a pucca paying guest so he was moved into the hamman. As its the second night we now begin to be charged for our stay, only a minimal amount though.
Loek already seemed to appreciate having me around. He said I was welcome here, even to come back and stay long term, if I so wished, which does sound quite an attractive proposal.
Jeremy and I set off to find the Majorelle Gardens, which involved a ...
... very satisfying to have been so precise with the last of our money. We pottered around the airport until the time came to go through security.
We emptied our pockets and put our bags on the covey belt to go through the screening machine and then queued to go through the security gate ourselves. Everything seemed routine enough - a security man and security women stood on the other side overseeing ...
... feeding the velociraptors in Jurassic Park. Shifting uneasily from side to side, sweating uncontrollably, stealing glances at the exit, oh how I wish I could but bolting just isn't an option. The bag will slow me down and I'll get lost.
So I sing, in a fashion...and clap (I'm rather proud of my clapping) and dance around and around, clearly panic-stricken and out of my depths and the children are paralysed. What by is a good question; curiosity ...