- Swimming pool
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... snack. Our last stop was Marrakech. My first night there was a restful 10 hours of sleep. My body will make it through this place - albeit kicking and screaming. The medina was something else. A few of us decided to treat ourselves to a hammam. As a westerner, you are completely violated from your prudish ways (don't worry, my spa lady crooned Moroccan songs to me as she threw my body around like a rag doll and scrubbed me within ...
... distribute words of encouragement – just a little bit more to go, up there is fantastic!
And here it is – the summit! Jebel Toubkal, 4167 metres. For the first time, I have passed the 4000 meter limit with my own feet (I have been a bit higher in Andes, but got there by bus, so it doesn’t count) and however trivial this may sound, I feel proud and mighty pleased. The tiredness is forgotten in an instant, the only feelings in my system ...
... it back home. (I envision that the 2014 version of the English dictionary for Algerians will have the word listed as the word of the year....)
Anyway, after the truly wonderful meal, I called it a night, and Karem drove me back to my palatial pad at the La Maison Arabe.
The next morning, I met my guide for the day, Mustapha, and we set off for the Majorelle Gardens outside the medina walls. The Majorelle Gardens are a 12 acre botanical garden built in ...
... there was scrambling involved. This didn’t tickle Sally’s fancy so she decided to wait for us. For me, the scrambling was quite fun as there were no significant drops involved and it was only for a short distance. No one else seemed to have any problems either. When we finished this section, it was just a short walk to the summit of the two peaks which were right next to each other and presented us with more impressive panoramas. We had ...
... even a couple people camping along the way. But I'm still fully enjoying this experience, as if I'm taking part in an important pilgrimage.
A little farther there are a couple little shacks which serve food and I figure I ought to stop for some lunch. A tagine is pretty pricey, so I settle on an omelette instead. Next to me is an older German couple with whom I strike up a conversation. Their quite jolly and friendly--even offering to share their salad with me... something ...