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Day 296-302. Mallorca to Morocco.

Updated: Jun 23

Day 296 - 13 Apr ‘24 - Port de Pollença. Since the kids and I returned to the apartment from the wedding at 1am, and Dan at 3am, it was no surprise that we were all still in bed and sleeping at 10am.


I’d got out of bed a few times during the night because of a sore tummy (booze pooze I call them, ha ha ha), but it was a struggle to actually get up and start to function.


Lots of late nights and drinking, tacked on the end of a few nights of bad sleep, and a couple of time zone changes, had fully caught up. Consequently, none of us got up until 11:15am!


Today we were invited back to the wedding venue for lunch and a pool party.


There were a number of tired and slightly seedy-feeling people, so it was great to have a very low-key, relaxed, no-pressure afternoon of sitting by the pool or on the terrace, talking, eating, and having a few drinks.


The pool was ‘fresh’ so it was the children who went swimming, with a few dads in with the ones who couldn’t swim.


We had a delicious lunch of paella, salads, roasted potatoes, and a yummy aubergine dish, then out came pastries and biscuits for dessert. So much food!


Unfortunately, all holidays have to come to an end, and goodbyes need said. Today, we said goodbye to my Uncle Alex and Auntie Helen, my cousin Deborah and her daughters, and Deborah’s cousin Sarah and her family. There were a few tears shed, because the really upsetting part was nobody knew when we would see each other again.


Before going to Scotland for Christmas, the last time we’d all been together had been four years previously.


“Let’s not make the gap so long next time!” was a frequently repeated statement amongst us all.


We still had one more day with the rest of the family, so we all said goodnight and goodbye around 7pm, and headed to our own places. Everyone was tired, the younger kids were all fractious, so an early night into bed was called for.


Day 297 - 14 Apr ‘24 - Port de Pollença. 10am wake-up! The kids had gone to sleep shortly after 8pm, and we’d hit the hay around 10:30pm. Clearly we were all exhausted!


After a late breakfast, we wandered down to the beach and hung out with Scott and little Leah, relaxing on the sand. The kids dug holes, made mermaid tails, buried each other to the neck, and we all had a super short dip in the 15°C sea. Perfect!



Around 5pm we walked further down the beach where we met Rachel and family, Richard and family, and Rebekah, but we didn’t stay for too long before we all went back to Rebekah and Scott’s for a final dinner and drinks.


Everybody was feeling slow and lazy, and at 10pm we walked back to our apartment.


Day 298 - 15 Apr ‘24 - Port de Pollença. After a few mornings of late sleeps, it was hard work getting up at 8am. The snooze button was hit twice, before we finally dragged ourselves out of bed.


Once we’d packed up our bags and loaded up the car, we drove to Pollença to walk up the Stairs of Jesus Christ.



It was rather hot and muggy by the time we got to the top, but we had a lovely view over the town.


We didn’t have any other plans for our last day, so we walked all the way back down the stairs and headed to Port de Pollença for the last time. Everyone apart from Rachel and family had to check out of apartments, so we all met outside their hotel and spent the rest of the day hanging out on the outdoor patio and sunloungers.


At times, people would wander off to the beach, taking some kids with them, but there was always a few of us chilling out in the shaded area of the hotel. It was a wonderful, peaceful way to finish our holiday here.


Sadly, today also meant more goodbyes. First was my brother Richard, sister-in-law Jazz, and our niece and nephew Isla and Jack. Later on it was Rebekah and Scott and their six kids. Lastly, at 7:30pm, we said goodbye to Jonny and Jordyn, as well as Rachel, Scott, and their kids Aria and Oran.


So many tears!


We had some pizza at a nearby restaurant, which was absolutely delicious, and a very close second to our pizzas in Naples.


“That has got to be the quickest meal we’ve ever had,” I commented when we got back in the car. “From sitting down to walking out it was just 40 minutes!”

“It helps when the food is yummy too,” pointed out Dan.


At 8:30pm (right on schedule) we drove to the airport, and dropped the car back at the rental agency.


The check-in process for RyanAir was less than easy. We tried to check-in online, but were told we had to do it at the customer service desk. The customer service desk said we had to do it at the bag drop desk. The bag drop desk then checked us in and told us to go back to the customer service desk to get our boarding pass stamped.


So convoluted!


Our plane was scheduled to leave at 11:25pm, but didn’t get off the ground until 11:50pm. We arrived in Marrakech almost two hours later, and with one hour back on the clock.


We had to queue to go through passport control, and then queue to go through another gate to the luggage carousel. Our bags were the last four going around, it had taken us that long!


“I guess that’s why everyone was running off the plane!” Dan said.



We met our driver outside the airport, then had a hair raising trip to our accommodation. He was talking on his cellphone, changing gear, and steering. That’s three things…and he only had two hands. Let me just say, he never stopped holding his phone to his ear.


The hotel manager took us to our room, told us what time breakfast was served, and kindly said we could check in when it was morning.


By the time we got into bed, it was 2:40am (but 3:40am on Mallorca). We were all tired, grumpy, hot, and thirsty, and the smallest problems had become unsurpassable mountains. For instance, Abi was in tears on the plane for a good 10 minutes, because I’d left her colouring-in pack that Deborah had made for the wedding, and Alex was getting super worked up by other people pushing in front in the queues and worried about our bags being stolen.


Day 297 - 16 Apr ‘24 - Marrakech. I’d set the alarm for 9am, for us to go to breakfast. Absolutely nobody wanted to get up, but up we got.


Breakfast was served on the roof terrace, and even though we had no real expectations, we still were not expecting what we got. A pot each of tea, coffee, and warm milk, four “three-day-old” (according to Dan) croissants, four semolina pancakes, one large fried pancake cut into four, a sliced baguette, four triangles of cream cheese, and some apricot jam and runny honey.


Nothing that Abi could eat.


“I’m hungry,” she said.

“We know. Just have the jam,” Dan told her. “When have we ever told you to just have jam for breakfast?”

“I guess this is it now, different foods. No more cereal for breakfast,” I said.

“Or in Abi’s case, no food at all!”


We ate as quickly as we could, and after checking-in properly and getting some towels, we walked round the corner to a convenience store where we bought four large bottles of water and two pottles of yoghurt for Abi.


Then we all collapsed back on our beds!


After a half hour of lying with our eyes closed and almost going back to sleep, we went back out and round the corner a bit further, to a nearby restaurant that gluten free options.


We had lunch on the upstairs terrace, and it was delicious! We were first served a tray of little dishes containing marinated olives and carrots, diced cucumber, and what I’m sure was sliced okra. Abi and I then shared a vegetarian tagine, which had artichoke, potato, green beans, broad beans, olives, carrots, and cauliflower. Dan had a chicken tagine that had everything we did, with the addition of baby cabbages and chicken (obviously). Alex was the only one who didn’t like his meal, a chicken and almond pastilla. He scraped the almonds off the top, but they were all the way through the inside too.



After lunch, we went back to our room again to relax in air conditioned comfort. It was 32°C outside, and our host explained everyone goes home until around 6pm when it starts to get cooler.


So that’s what we did, too. We decided just to take today as a recouperative one, and do our sightseeing tomorrow. It was definitely needed, as we spent the next two hours listening to Abi complain about being hungry even though she wasn’t, and Alex switching lights on and off and then arguing about everything that wasn’t to his liking.


At 6:45pm, we went back to the same restaurant for dinner, and it was even nicer than lunch! (Plus, the temperature was then a balmy 28°C with the evening breeze).


Abi had an avocado and apple salad, and creme brûlée. I had an incredibly light and tasty tabbouleh, followed by a traditional Berber dish called Rfissa (amazingly delicious, chicken, lentils, Moroccan pasta, and a boiled egg), then creme brûlée. Alex had the Rfissa and a chocolate mousse, and Dan had a Moroccan Harira soup (tomatoes, chickpeas, lentils), a selection of kebabs, then the chocolate mousse.


Everything was divine. All very simple, meat and legumes and vegetables, but absolutely packed with flavour. Both kids said they would eat the meals should I (be able to) cook them at home.


Shortly after 8pm we heard the call to prayer being broadcast across the city. When it started, it sounded like a far-off moped cranking up, slowly building up in volume and intensity. It became a background noise after a while, and we didn’t even realise it had stopped.


We went back to our apartment and decided that we wouldn’t set an alarm for breakfast. We were all still pretty tired.


Day 300 - 17 Apr ‘24 - Marrakech. We all had a nice, long sleep, not waking up until 9:15am, which was a perfect time to go up to the roof terrace for our breakfast.


There was a group of six other people also up there, but none of the tables were dressed, and there was no food anywhere. No hotel manager either.


After waiting for 15 minutes, Alex went all the way down to the ground floor and knocked on the manager’s door.


“There wasn’t anybody there,” he said when he came back up.

“He’s probably out at the shop,” I reasoned.


Sure enough, about 10 minutes later he walked onto the terrace carrying a bag of food. He was very apologetic, and thanked Alex for waking him!


“I guess when you have to work 24/7, it must get very tiring and you just have to sleep when you can,” I said.


Yesterday, I’d sent him a message asking if Abi could have eggs or fruit for her breakfast, and this morning he kindly made her both. She had two fried eggs and four dates, and they were the yummiest dates I’ve ever tasted - super soft, squishy on the inside like a paste, and very, very sweet.


“Do you make caramel from dates?” Abi asked, as they were THAT sweet and soft.

“No, but you can use them instead of sugar, and they flavour food with a caramel-like taste.”


It was only after he’d finished serving us that he noticed the other six people round the corner, and had to start preparing everything again! Poor guy must have been exhausted.


After breakfast, we braved the shower. The bathroom was a wet-room, with a handheld shower nozzle. The water was warm, but the bathroom smelled like a combination of boiled cabbage and three-day-old wet towels, and staying in there for a prolonged period of time was not entirely pleasant.


That being said, it was nice to feel clean again. Perfect for putting on sunscreen and sweating in the heat!


Alex had quite a large number of bites all over his body, from his ears right down to his toes. We thought they must have been mozzie bites from Mallorca, but because there was so many, perhaps also some sand lice from when he was buried to his head at the beach. We gave him an antihistamine and I rubbed hydrocortisone over all the bites.


It was 30°C when we left shortly before lunch, and wandered the narrow alleys of the various souks in the medina. So many individual stalls, selling clothes, hats, leather goods, lanterns, pottery, spices, baskets, and much, much more. There was constant noise; shoppers, mopeds, and the sellers calling out their wares.



Abi and I stopped at a scarf stall, where we spent quite some time deciding on head scarves for both of us. I had to do a bit of haggling (which I quite dislike).


We made it to the main square Jemaa El-Fnaa, where there were fruit stalls (where we bought some delicious smoothies), monkeys on chains, and snake charmers! It wasn’t very nice to see the monkeys, wearing clothes, nappies, and with collars and chains around their necks.


Dan queued up to use the ATM, and then we went to another Moroccan restaurant for lunch. While waiting for our meals, Alex was acting out because a) he was hot, and b) he didn’t get to play Pokémon Go when he asked me.


He was rude, obnoxious, disrespectful, and argumentative. He also pushed the squab cushion off the bench seat (which another lady was sitting on), so was then told to go and stand outside in the shade.


“I’m going to walk away,” he said.

“Fine,” was the response.


We were all hot, so Dan had a Caesar salad, and Abi and I shared a tomato/red onion/green pepper Berber salad. I also had a very refreshing lemon and mint smoothie.


Alex, who hadn’t walked away (we knew he wouldn’t), was told to come back in and have his lunch, which was a small bottle of water.


Which he didn’t drink.


“So shall we just go back to the apartment now like the locals do?” Dan asked me.

“And what would we do there?” I replied. “We’d spend four hours indoors with no windows, doing nothing, then go back out at half six for dinner, then go to bed.”

“What do you want to do then?”

“There’s a mosque we can go to, we can at least see it. Then we can go back.”


We walked to the Koutoubia Mosque, the largest in Marrakech. It had a 77m tall minaret, with different carvings on each of its 12.8m wide sides.



This particular mosque denied entry to non-Muslims, but we did get a very brief glimpse through the doorways as the men and women exited from their afternoon prayers.


We found a large garden area at the back of the mosque, where we sat on a shaded park bench for a while.


“What do you want to do now, Nic?” Dan asked me.

“I guess now we go back to the apartment, past the juice stall again, and rest until dinner. Our visit to Marrakech was to wander through the markets, which we’ve done. It’s just such a shame we can’t buy anything, as I’d spend a small fortune on the beautiful ceramic serving bowls and plates!”


On the way to the juice stall, we bought a hat for Alex and I, where I once again had to haggle. This time I was less apprehensive, and came in at a really low offer.


“Where are you from?” the man asked me. “You’re not a tourist, you’re a Berber!”


I understand haggling is a way of life here, but it does take some getting used to. As Dan said later, even if you pay more than what it’s worth, if you’re happy with what you’ve paid, then that’s the important thing.


We walked past one of the snake charmers, where we stopped (coins at the ready) to take a photo of the cobra with his neck frill out. We weren’t bargaining on the water snake being put around our necks!



I’m pretty sure the few coins we dropped in the basket where not what he was hoping for, but that was all we were prepared to pay.


Our last stop of the day was the Ben Youssef Medersa, which was founded in the 14th century and used to be an Islamic College. It could house 900 students in its 130 student dormitory cells, and they were definitely cells - the doors all bolted from the outside.


The stone carvings, tile patterns, and wooden panels, were all beautiful. The stone carvings on all the walls were particularly exquisite, with incredible detail.



The student cells were all located around six small inner courtyards, and some of the cells had windows onto the main central courtyard, which also had a reflection pool.



It was a busy place with lots of tourists, but it also seemed like it would have been a peaceful place to study, even with 900 people!


We made it back to our apartment shortly after 4pm, where we lay on our beds and relaxed until it was time for dinner.


Back to the same place as yesterday, where I again tried a different meal, this time couscous Marrakchi with tfaya (caramelised onions and raisins). Alex and Dan had the Rfissa from yesterday, and Abi had the mixed kebabs with gluten free couscous (made from rice flour).


That evening I again covered Alex in hydrocortisone, and found more bites on his arm, in a straight line, in groups of three.


“That’s bed bugs,” I said with horror. “That’s not mozzie bites. They weren’t there before!”


I inspected his bed, but couldn’t see anything. Since bed bugs are about 5-7mm long and blackish, they are easy to see with the naked eye. Two torches and three of us looking couldn’t see anything.


“Maybe I just missed them this morning?” I said, optimistically.


Nevertheless, we put him in a different bed, and kept our fingers crossed. The main problem was how to get rid of them if he did have them. We didn't have a washing machine or a tumble dryer to put his clothes through hot washes, nor did we have a vacuum cleaner with a nozzle to go over his rucksack. The fact the rest of us had none was potentially hopeful.


Day 301 - 18 Apr ‘24 - Marrakech to Ouarzazate. Alex survived the night with no new bites, so that was a positive sign. If it was bed bugs, then they were isolated to one bed and not a major infestation. I covered him in hydrocortisone again, and gave him another antihistamine. There’s nothing else we can do.


One thing us Westerners like, is confirmation. Especially when it comes to booking tours.


In January, I booked a seven day tour of Morocco, starting in Marrakech and ending in Casablanca. There were loads of prompt emails during the booking phase, but nothing closer to the day.

I ended up sending the company an email last week, just re-confirming our tour, to which I got a reply saying “yes, everything is booked”.


Today we were getting picked up by our driver at 9am, but I hadn’t heard anything from the company last night, or even this morning. I didn’t even know our driver’s name.


“I’m really quite dubious about it all,” I said to Dan at 8:50am. “I’ll only be happy if he turns up.”

“There’s nobody there yet,” he said, when he returned from sticking his head out the front door.


But, bang on 9am, there was a knock on the door, and we met Youssef, our tour guide and driver for the week. Phew! The car was also exactly as promised, a seven-seater Toyota Prado.


We said goodbye to the apartment manager, who seemed rather upset we weren’t staying for breakfast (he’s probably bought more eggs for Abi), and off we went.


Youssef heard that we hadn’t had any breakfast, so drove us to a nearby service station, where we had some yummy Moroccan omelettes (a cross between fried and scrambled eggs) and freshly squeezed juice.


We drove over the Tichka Pass through the High Atlas Mountains, which had incredible views through down the valleys. It was a shame it was so hazy from a recent wind that had stirred up the dust.



While driving over the pass, we came across some roadworks.  There were no road cones or signs warning about the works going on, only one man in his excavator, and one man operating the truck.  That’s it!  Some may argue they were doing it far more efficiently than other countries, although with a heightened element of risk!  They were clearing some fallen rocks off the road, and while waiting to pass (under our own guidance), more rocks fell down, which would have hit our car had we still been on that side of the road.  However, we only had to wait thirty seconds or so before carrying on - no big queues, and no seven-or-more workers leaning on shovels.


Youssef took us to a side road off the main highway, to show us a traditional Berber village. All the houses were made of clay mixed with straw, all were square, and almost all had satellite dishes. The funny thing was that when we turned around to get back in our car, there were six other identical cars with tourists, parked right behind us!


“Must be a favourite spot to stop!” we laughed.



We next stopped briefly in a small town where a women’s cooperative made Argan oil. We got to watch and participate in the process, helping to shell the nut, then watched a lady at the end grind them. Dan and the kids also tasted the oil mixed with honey.



We drove through more of the Altas mountains, until we came to Ait Ben Haddou, a 17th century pre-Saharan fortified village, or ksar. It has been used in a large number of films, including Gladiator (where Maximus had his first gladiator fight), Game of Thrones, and The Mummy, to name just three.



The Kasbah (a four-storeyed fortress) at the top had unfortunately been severely damaged in an earthquake in September last year. From the top of the hill it stood on, we could see the original ksar as well as the new village that was now connected by a pedestrian bridge.



Youssef then drove us to the town of Ouarzazate, where we went to a ‘local’ (as opposed to tourist) restaurant for lunch. It was not as nice as the last place we were at in Marrakech, but it was definitely cheap! A large sandwich, a tagine, a quarter chicken with chips and rice, a tomato salad and some kebabs, as well as three soft drinks, was only €14!!


After lunch, we drove out to the nearby Fint Oasis. The small stream of water had provided enough moisture for the surrounding bushes and trees to look very lush against the red clay background.



Alex and Abi had lots of fun trying to catch frogs in the stream, and we heard a minaret’s speakers calling the people to prayer.



It was then time for us to go to our riad for the night. While checking in, we were given a traditional Moroccan tea, poured from an impressive height into small glasses! Ibrahim, the maître d, did a fantastic job and didn’t spill a drop.



Youssef left us for the night, and we all went to the riad pool for a quick soak. It was lovely and cool after the hot day, but not as cold as the sea at Mallorca.



Dinner was served at 8pm, which was a small salad, fried turkey strips with green beans, carrots, and rice, then a banana flan for dessert. Yum!


While eating dinner, I looked over at Abi and was horrified to see her arms and face covered in bites. What the hell?!


“When did you get those?” I asked. “I don’t remember you having them today!”


She couldn’t remember, and Dan said she hadn’t had any on her face all day. All she’d done since getting to the riad was get changed into her swimming costume, have a shower, then get changed into a dress for dinner.


“Could they be from her togs?” I asked, since most of the bites were on her arms.


I was now getting rather freaked out by the thought of bed bugs running rampant through both hers and Alex’s bags. But she’d been wearing the same clothes for the last three days and hadn’t had any bites until now.


When we got back to our room and she took her clothes off, I found a few more on her back and her bum. Could it be sea lice? Was it bed bugs? What the hell was biting them?


Dan moved my rucksack away from hers as a precaution, and also hand washed her togs with a bar or soap.


“Oh, hang on,” Dan called from the bathroom. “Abi wasn’t wearing her togs the last day at the beach, was she?”

“That’s right! She was wearing Aria’s. Maybe they were sea lice stuck in her togs from the previous day?”

“Maybe.”

“But wait, Alex wasn’t wearing his togs either, and had borrowed some shorts of Scott’s, and he got bitten again.”


I’ve never been a praying type, but dear God, I hope that’s all they are. The only positive thing I can think of is if they ARE bed bug bites (which we’re almost certain they are, based on their appearance and positioning), and if the bugs have hitched a ride in their rucksacks, then there would be no reason for the bugs to go back to the rucksack once they’d come out to feed again, and hopefully they would stay on the mattress.


Day 302 - 19 Apr ‘24 - Ouarzazate to Dades Valley. I’d set the alarm, but there really wasn’t any need.  The cocks started crowing at 5:40am, and the sun slowly shone brighter through the star-shaped cutouts in the ceiling.


There were no new bites on either child, so that was good.  Another coating of hydrocortisone and an anti-histamine for Abi, but no cream for Alex, who said his bites weren’t itchy anymore.  (I will keep my fingers crossed that whatever bit them has not come with us, but I’m sure it won’t be the last time something like this happens).


Breakfast was at 8am, and was a self-serve buffet style.  There were the seemingly common stale croissants, a selection of fruit and olives, boiled eggs, cereal and bread, some American style pancakes, and the Moroccan pancake called Msemen (which is really yummy).


Abi, of course, could find nothing to eat.


“Have some of the fruit.”

“I don’t like fruit.”

“What about the boiled eggs.”

“I don’t want a boiled egg.”

“There’s yoghurts.”

“I don’t like yoghurts.”

“Well, that’s all there is, so you can just sit there and starve, or you can ask the waiter if there’s anything else gluten free for you.”


She eventually sucked up the courage (mainly because neither Dan nor I were going to do it for her), to ask a waiter if there was something gluten free.  Ibrahim kindly offered to get an omelette made for her, and when she finished that one, asked for another.


Youssef picked us up at 9:30am, and we started our trip towards to Dades Valley.  We stopped briefly at the Kasbah Taourirt to take pictures from the outside, then went to the Skoura Oasis (which went dry a couple of years ago) to visit the Kasbah Amridil, where we could walk around the inside.



It was pretty cool to walk through the clay and straw rooms, which had low doorways and thick walls.  The second storey, which housed the kitchens, were all blackened from the soot.  Some of the beams above us looked rather delaminated, and the whole building would vibrate when people walked around.


The top two storeys were for teaching, and had lots of small rooms off the sides.  We had a great view over the rest of the complex; there was a riad and restaurant next door, built in the same style as the Kasbah, but obviously much newer.



Our next stop was the valley of roses, where Damask roses are picked and processed by a women’s cooperative.  There was an amazing smell everywhere, and we were very lucky to be in the region during the harvest period.



We learned that it takes 1kg of roses to make one litre of rose water, but a whopping 5000kg to make just one litre of rose oil.


“That explains the price of the doTerra rose oil, and why I’ve never bought any!” I said to Dan later on.


After stopping for lunch in a nearby town, we made it to the Dades Valley, where there was a striking contrast from the red clay hills and houses, and the vibrant green of the grasses and trees at the bottom.



We were going for a two hour hike through the Valley.  Youssef handed us over to our guide Lassan, but didn’t join us on our walk; he instead took our luggage to our riad and would pick us up later.


After a short walk by the water, past the small plots of wheat and turnips, we began walking through the rocks.  The pathways became narrower and narrower, and the walls steeper and steeper.


There were a number of large rocks that had fallen from higher up, and become stuck in the pathways.  At times we had to almost crawl under some rocks, and there were a few times we had to scramble up some rock faces.



There was one particular place that I didn’t like at all - it was almost vertical, and seeing no way up under my own steam, Lassan braced himself on the wall and practically pulled me up.


Dan, however, was loving it!


I was very relieved to hear Lassan say we didn’t have to go back the same way; I really had no idea how I would have managed to get down!


When we got to the top, there was an incredible view.  The rock formation had the nickname of ‘monkey fingers’, and one of the walls looked like a giant sleeping eye.  We sure wouldn’t want to wake the giant up if that was the size of the eye!



The contrast of the rocks and the trees was again striking.  Lassan said he did this tour three or four times a week during spring and autumn, and never tired of the view.



We did the two-hour hike, but there was a four-hour hike and a full two-day route as well.  The two hours was perfect for us though, as Abi had started to complain.



The last stretch of our walk was through a nearby village, where we met Youssef waiting in the car.  We said goodbye to Lassan (a wonderful guide, who had patiently looked for, and smashed, rocks with Alex), and drove to our nearby riad.


We had the Moroccan tea again (green tea, mint, sugar), and even gave pouring it a go.  It was a technique that would take a bit of practice!


Abi was ‘starving’ so Youssef kindly asked the staff to make her an omelette, and we spent the evening relaxing in our room and writing diaries.  Dinner was at 9pm, so the omelette was a good idea to keep her happy for a while.


By the time dinner eventually rolled around, Alex was writhing on his seat with stomach cramps. We figured it was from different eating times, different foods, and not drinking enough. I rubbed some DigestZen oil on his tummy (which helped bring the farts out (ha ha ha)) and went back to the table.


We were quite hungry, but it was still strange eating a four course meal at 9pm; a different way of life for sure. Soup, salad, chicken leg with veges and rice, and fruit salad - all small portions, but very tasty, and good for Alex’s tummy!


We finally got to bed at 10:30pm, but Youssef said we didn’t have to leave until 10am, thank goodness. Hopefully there are no more bites and we all get a good sleep, ready to enjoy more sights of Morocco tomorrow.

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