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This morning started with a quick breakfast next door to the
hotel, before a sherry tasting at Tio Pepe, which is one of the big sherry
houses in Jerez. We were given an introduction as to how they produce the
sherry, mixing different vintages to improve the taste. We were also given a
sample of the Tio Pepe and Crofts sherries. I really didn’t like the Tio Pepe,
but the second was definitely nicer, although I don’t think I’ll become a ...
... Salt, to taste, 4 cups water,6 pods fresh fava beans (optional),1 cup vegetable stock, Olive oil (for sprinkling), ½ teaspoon paprika (for garnish), ½ teaspoon ground cumin (for garnish)
Chris was happiest about dinner costing AUD$2 for both of us (big spenders!) - now that's going to be hard to beat for the rest of our holiday!
Watched a funny movie back at the riad, The Delivery Man (2013), some guy who fathered 500+ kids as an anonymous donor.
... 77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">The woman was definitely Italian...the place definitely had a roof terrace which was full of screaming children who didn't want to do their homework. We placed our order, but two kids were just screaming at each other so much that we moved back down to the ground floor to escape the racket. They followed; she was trying to deal with them. In the end after ten patient minutes, we walked out and she gave us ...
... line. This was worse than being taken by the local drug cartel. Next we were following this bloke to a petrol station - the hook was set, now it was accommodation, night tour of the Medina (in this case a flash word for a slum) restaurant etc all at above the odds rates. No matter how much I complained ( and believe me I did), I could not shake my companions out of his grip. Net result a boring tour of a sum and an overly ...
... on my bus for Tangier. While we were waiting to leave, an old robed man with a beard got on the bus, stood in front and began to talk loudly in Arabic while pointing his finger at certain people. Everyone on the bus stopped talking, if in not necessarily listening at least stopped their conversation. As the bus got ready to leave, I asked the man next to me (I was the only foreigner on the bus) in my near perfect French what that was about. He replied that the old man was just ...