Riad Le Coq Fou
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... would be a leopard print tunic and head scarf with 4 inch heels, or the younger female preference of a loose, long sleeve blouse with skin tight leggings and a smart scarf wrapped around her hair. Don’t forget eye makeup, these gals are experts at it. Some older women wear their scarf over their nose, some wear it under their nose – I’m not sure why, but it seems that the bigger noses prefer the under the nose application. As Muslim countries ...
... waterfall and we scrabbled tiredly, slipping and leaping down through what was soon a familiar wood of walnut trees and boulders.
We ate in a street cafe. Goat tagine, salad (finely chopped tomato, herbs and raw onion, which I have made daily since our return). With a drink it all cost 10E. It wasn't the plushest of birthday dinners but gave us a perfect view of life on the street in Imlil, and a chance to talk to the tanned, toothless parking ...
... it was a quick three hours to Marrakech, thanks to the iPads. Marrakech bus station was close to the train station which is by the the Opera Plaza Hotel which was were we were staying. When we got of the bus we went to the train station. When we find it, dad asked a man coming out of the train station were it was. He man replied, "right behind you sir." Dads face went red as ...
... went riding the first day through a Mediterranean like landscape.. olive trees, cactus plants, low shrubs. We rode through villages, gallop through fields and reached the rocky mountains where we had a picnic and rested for an hour. It was a very hot day and by the end of it we felt sunburnt. I couldn’t move legs the next day so David went for another half day ride without me! The positive side was that he got to gallop the whole time and while he was away I got ...
... not an opportunity to gorge oneself stupid. In fact, only small portions of food were eaten over a period of time.
The guys insisted I joined them, so I respected their (lack of) speed and ate slowly, washing down each mouthful with celebrated Moroccan sweet mint tea, poured from an elegant, shapely pot from on high (apparently to create further aeration), into small 3" glasses. It was delicious to taste & enjoy, as I watched 4 hungry men ...