Villa Dar Mya Palmiers
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Business Services
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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Travel Blogs from Marrakech
... We used to think hiking over the French Pyreennes was hard). Being summer we pulled out our mattress and slept under the stars. At sunrise we rode the camels back to camp, feeling tenderly the pain of yesterdays ride Yes much time has been spent eating, always eating, endless tajines, cous cous and "Berber whiskey" i.e mint tea. Store vendors making promises of, "No diarrhoea in last 2 years." in attempts to lure tourists into their food ...
... dangerous snakes can get closer to us. Keely decides she is needed for photography, and takes some fun photos, until the men insist that she come over to stand (she is not comfortable sitting near venomous snakes) next to Scot while they take the photos. We give them a tip and have some fun memories of the activities in the main city square!
We walk around for another 45 minutes and see the food vendors bringing in all of the metal structures they ...
... and invited us to join them, but we were off again, strolling homewards now along the dark and confusing chemins. A few of the lingering men were drunk, though it has to be said this is an exception for a teetotal nation. One man on a scooter knocked my arm on passing. But overall, the evenings stroll had quite enchanted me and was otherwordly even, transported as I am from the cold lands of Europe into the dim and dusky lanes of the medina.
... and bike riding maniacs constantly threatening to run them down. At this early hour though, both were in short supply which cleared the way for taxi's not too fussed about their paint jobs. We squeezed our way out of the old medina and back onto the road to the airport.
We checked in for our flight and spent the very last of our currency, right down to the very last dirham on two coffees and croissants. ...
... say, reassuringly and you know what, I start to relax. He is still smiling as he stands and, all eyes now on him, makes his way to the centre, through the centre, coming to a stop two feet from my chair legs. Uhoh.
Now I must stand. A pause. He takes my hand. A pause.
There is a perceptible increase in tension as the children all suddenly tip forwards, hands on their laps, necks craned, weight shifting voraciously and it all becomes a ...