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... past us, their horns blaring, competitors standing on the pick-up, holding into ropes like modern day charioteers, flags waving aloft in the sky declaring their nationalities. This was the culmination for them of a ten day race through Southern Morocco, and they intended to make their exaltation known!
Our guide led us past the huge expanse of beach, waves thundering onto the shore, and down to the port, where the pungent scent of the fresh catch of the day greeted ...
... siedzac we dwoje na przednim siedzeniu beczkowozu, odliczalismy kazda minute... Miejsce do ktorego dotarlismy szybko nam zrekompensowalo wszelkie trudy i niewygody podrozy. Kojaca bryza oceanu byla odczuwalna nawet w samym srodku mediny, gdzie miescil sie nasz hotel. Szersze niz w Marrakeshu uliczki, duzo mniej nachalni sprzedawcy i pyszne, swieze ryby... Plus fortyfikacje otaczajace medine od strony oceanu... Trafilismy do raju ...
... being a fishing port, a giant fish market. There are also multiple places where you can take food you’ve bought and have them cook it for you. If that is also too much work, you can walk into a hole in the wall, look through the selection of tagines (Moroccan stews) they have cooking, and let them know which one you want. They’ll pack it up in a bag for you, still in the iron cookpot with the clay lid, and you can take it ...
... him with any English words he wants to learn
(Try explaining what 'actually' means and how to use it!!)
For those of you who like fish- the
harbour and fish market have an amazing selection of freshly caught
fish, and I hear that it is just the most delicious and amazing
taste. (Obviously they have not bought watermelon or nectarines from
their local market for a long time then!!)
So now I have painted a wonderful
picture of this highly ...
... br> Wind raced at the walled-in town at Laayoune Port. Heaps of orange sand piled up against the wall. A bulldozer and truck came to remove some of this sand so the town wouldn't get buried.
Next to where I stood, orange sand swam across the highway like flat ghosts. It gathered on my bags. It sprayed in my eyes and face. I stood upon a pile of sand. This elevated my head enough to avoid most of the flying ...