Hotel Orson Welles
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... as the waves battered the harbour walls, women bedecked in full dress, with headscarf and veil, sat chatting and holding plastic buckets, waiting for the fishermen to arrive. Normally, women would not be seen out in the early morning, and would certainly not be seen at the port - there is a stigma attached to women who visit the ports - they are rumoured to be women of loose morals who wait for the sailors. These women were wearing veils to disguise their faces and to ...
... being a fishing port, a giant fish market. There are also multiple places where you can take food you’ve bought and have them cook it for you. If that is also too much work, you can walk into a hole in the wall, look through the selection of tagines (Moroccan stews) they have cooking, and let them know which one you want. They’ll pack it up in a bag for you, still in the iron cookpot with the clay lid, and you can take it ...
... range from 20-40 dihram per kg for different dates. The big
medjool ones cost a lot though.
The fruit here is ripe, juicy, fresh
and locally sourced, so high in taste and in nutritional value.
The second day we were here, we found a
vegetarian/vegan cafe, so we have been visiting here at least once,
and quite often twice a day. Everything is prepared then and there
and all the food taste amazing. He sometimes even gives us free
apricots and ...
... coastal Tarfaya. This was perfect. I could sleep in the loose orange Saharan sand that felt so cool around my feet. I could listen to the ocean waves. In the morning, I could go into Tarfaya to view the museum of Antoine de St. Exupiery, the French writer who'd been stationed here as a pilot for the French postal service. This was a Saharan dream come true. And I was tired ...
But, what was this!? A small bag of ...
... a coffee. As I sat enjoying my coffee a little boy came up to me asking for a clementine. Up to this point in my trip, I had become quite accustomed to being asked for money by the little children in the street, but never chose to encourage a child to become a beggar so I had always resisted the sad faces off the children. But this time all the kid wanted was a clementine. Considering I had paid about $0.50 for 15 clementines, I had not problem providing the kid ...