Boumalne Dadès, Morocco

... it was bitter cold in my room. Thick snow flakes were falling outside my window. I was having a white Christmas in Morocco. I couldn't stop humming that old Frank Sinatra song. Two dutch cyclists looked quite surprised too, folded their bicycles away and ...

... snow for the first time when I'm in Africa. From Ouarzazate we dodged the flies in the bus station and took another bus to Boumalne Dadès, near where people told us there were some interesting sites of natural beauty. In the bus a guy who works as a guide ...

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