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... br> We eventually found our hotel with a lot of help. Including the assistance (of yet another) 8ish year old boy who knew exactly where it was. Our lodging, the Riad Mirage, is a traditional home converted into a small (6 room) hotel. Like most of the homes here the rooms are arranged around a central space which is open to the sky – a place to lounge, relax, eat or read. The building has 3 floors and a roof top terrace. Since the house is tall and ...
... Berber crafts before reaching the tiny settlement of Aroumd. The path here fords an immense dry river. Invisible tributaries were carefully plaited off to feed lush green fields. An old gent ran the tiny cafe, dwarfed by the magnitude of Toubkal that rose further up the valley. He sprinkled 'remedial herbs' (dried thyme) onto the smokey gunpowder tea and we savoured the bitter flavour and the view. "Maybe you could visit somewhere new every birthday?" ...
... seeing the highlights and where we will see in more detail in the coming days. We slowly clop out of the densely populated area to a large garden area where there are … Camels. We get a chance to ride around the gardens for 30 minutes. And here is the value of wearing a long skirt, not a short one. Up on the camels we go and while its not as smooth as riding a horse it really wasn’t too ...
... weren’t quite used enough in the kitchen. What a shame!
So we got to experience our first share taxi ride! Chefchaouen to Meknes route. Each taxi takes 6 people. Two get to share the front seat with the driver and 4 squeeze at the back. Luggage sometimes fits in the boot or gets tight on the roof. We saw many times drivers getting their arm out the window to check that the luggage is still attached to the roof! David and I tried to squeeze in the ...
... Berber males scuttled everywhere in ankle-length white jellaba, some driving donkey carts throšnarrow alleyways, while women in hijabs and formal veils held tightly onto cute little souls in varying dress codes.
As I made my way towards the riad; the air was filled with wonderful pungent scents of baking; spices; coriander and fresh fruit, while there was a tangible excitement in the air that you could almost touch. Ramadan was in its third week ...