Marrakech

The Bahia Palace, Marrakech

Life

Our last day in Morocco, and time to tick off a couple of sights that we missed at the start of the trip. The palace

Life

Now here’s a job with prospects. The prospect of not standing in shit and urine, going home, and having a shower. Except that’s probably not

Life

Now back in Marrakech, and we have a ‘suite’ in a charming hotel that can only be described as ‘up a back alley’. But the

Life

Our last day in Marrakech, we walked into town again to finalise details for our trip over the next four days, across the Atlas Mountains

Walking

We are the only residents of the hotel, but yesterday a couple of Brits turned up in a campervan, so we swapped travel tales over

Life

Walking into the denture of the city and the main square, a hustle and bustle of people selling all sorts, but probably quiet compared to

Walking

First proper day, and a slow start. Lying in to catch up on sleep, taking the time for a leisurely breakfast by the pool, Atlas

Life

Sparrows fart. The only way to describe getting up so damn early. Probably the most uncivilised part of travelling by low cost airline. I don’t