Boumalne Dadès Hotels - Reviews and Rates

I woke up around 6 am and it was bitter cold in my room. Thick snow flakes were falling outside my window. I was having a white Christmas in Morocco. I couldn't stop humming that old Frank Sinatra song. Two dutch cyclists looked quite surprised too, folded their bicycles away and took the bus down the gorge. I wanted to see more of it and walked...