Riad Bouganvilliers Hotel Marrakech

... After a stressful spell though the buzz of Marrakech makes me appreciate all we have experienced and everything us Westerners have even more. Morocco is more amazing than i remembered with its incredible colours, culture and continuous backdrop of distant mountain ranges.

Reality beckons as we are back by Chrimbo but for now we are losing ourselves in all sorts of surreal and out-standing cinema in the sunny but still cold capital...

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... som glider runt i en slags rockar med stor luva som kallas jellaba. Allra finast är de män som matchar denna med en fez på huvudet, men solglajjer är också en poppis acessoar. Det har varit otroligt mycket intryck under dagen så nu vilar vi med en kopp marockanskt te på terrassen och laddar för att ikväll gå ner till det stora torget, Djemaa el-Fna, som är stället där allt händer kvällstid.

Lite senare. Mätta och ...

... but if you don’t care then African Trails will do just fine. In all honesty our truck doesn’t look nearly as nice as nice as others on the road but it has so much more personality and I don’t feel deprived of anything.

The Overlanding Experience

This is not your average air-conditioned tour, this is an overlanding tour. A tour implies a guide giving you direction and informing you on the sights and sounds of the areas you ...

... had expected rain in Africa. The rain continued all through the night and into the next day, leaving it less then appealing to venture into town.

On the third and last day in Marrakech the few of us who hadn’t been into the city finally got our chance. With the sun shining high in the sky we piled into the minibus and headed for the city center. The whole city is truly vibrant with horse drawn carriages lining the streets, snake charmers charming their vipers and ...

... The colors were amazing, as was hearing such a mesh of Arabic and French. My tour guide took me and the two others I was with to his friend, who gave us a presentation of his spice shop, which I thoroughly enjoyed!

The next day I rode a camel! That was pretty cool, riding a camel in Morocco-ya know, no big deal. Then we drove to Amzmiz, a smaller town about an hour and a half away from Marrakech, which is, in fact, far enough away to feel like it's own world. The first thing we did ...

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... 1091;сты 85;я, не поля… 77;сли надо выраз 80;ть одним слово 84;, то это слово будет "грязь". Невня 90;н ...

I FORGOT SOMETHING REALLY FUNNY THAT HAPPENED TO ME IN GIBRALTER. I GOT BIT BY A DOG AND ATTACKED BY A MACQUE IN TEN MINUTES TIME. I WAS WALKING A TRAIL LOOKING FOR MONKEYS WHEN I CAME TO A MAN WALKING A BEAUTIFUL GERMAN SHEPARD AND AS I SPOKE WITH HIM I WAS PETTING HIS DOG AND THEN IT PAWED MY LEG AND SCRATCHED ME SO I PUSHED HIM OFF THEN HE BIT ME. DIDNT NEED STITCHES OR ANYTHING BUT IT DIDNT FEEL TOO GOOD. 2 MINUTES ...

... the locals when we get to Mauritania. And finally this e-mail cannot pass without ref**ence to ENGLAND 1 ARGENTINA 0.  Magic.  But it was touch and go for a while h**e in Marrakech.  First half was no problem - watched on the t**race of our hotel.  Half time - 1-0.  Then they cut for the news.  A usual thing for the middle of games in Morocco.  When the game was due to recommence they cut from the news to the Friday call to pray** on the telly.  OK, fair ...

... Casablanca, Rabat, Fes, Marakkech, and Meknes. Fes and Marakkech were very interesting...especially the medina but Casablanca was disappointingly dirty and unfriendly. The following 10 days all 10 of us suffered awful diarrhea back in Madrid. Fascinating adventure overall.