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... need! You can only get wine in the big Marjane supermarket and we haven't seen one in 10 days, not since Agadir. So I booked a Kasbah for a couple of nights, aptly named Kasbah Valentine! A lot of the old remaining kasbahs have been renovated and are now private hotels; this one had lovely spacious rooms with an ensuite, though having now been in the van for 10 months, I think any room would look spacious to us!
The ensuite though was ...
... I remember my grandfather, how he snared and preserved his beaver-tales through the long winter nights, knitting his mittens and his brows until a quill from the spring goose hunt brought release. But my brain is frozen, and as you smash the hard-drive with a two-iron, I lose consciousness.
9. Grey Taunt
Faintly I hear you, grandfather, placing your hands around your larynx and calling the adjectives in: awfuk, awfuk, awfuk. ...
... and began the fifteen minute hike up to the top in the desert heat. The hike actually consisted of climbing a very steep set of stairs, walking along a rampway and then climbing a another set of stairs facing the direction you had just walked from. This was followed by another rampway and then a series of stair reversing direction. The stairs/switchback continued all the way up to the top of the kasbah.
When we finally reached the top where the bank for the ...
... Arab influenced lands.
The young guys sitting at the tables around us, happily connected, with not a drop of alcohol to ease the socialising, and none of its drunken outrageousness.
Ouarzazate, and maybe even southern Morocco in general, was a safe and contented zone, and thus contemplating, off we walked into the night, strolliing the long way home and discussing the world.
There was loud music and cinema back at the house, party time yet again.
... bottle and set off to the camp feeling very pleased with ourselves. We played another game of Quiddler with our new found friends, ate the couscous, etc and set off to bed hopefully for a better nights sleep due to the C2H5OH. So you guessed it - from the title of the blog - we were awoken by the delightful sound of Nick vomiting into our half open full back pack and onto the sleeping bag , in the tent, at 1 am. poor Nick. ...