Woken up at 6.30am by the old mother talking loudly outside our room. I had to get out of bed quickly and go to the loo. My stomach was not good. Damn. I dressed and went off to get some breakfast for us. When I got back, I had to go to the loo again. Damn. I took some Immodium to try and get rid of it.
After breakfast, we walked around town and past the five star hotel ‘La Momounia’ on the edge of the medina. We sat in a café admiring the view of the mountains again with their snow capped peaks. Walking back to the hotel, Dan took the long route through a park while I had to take the short route to make sure I got back there in time. Damn. I took another tablet. We spent the rest of the day lying about reading and sleeping and went back to the café with the veranda for tea while watching the people, tourists, hustlers, donkeys and moped riders.
We cooked up a curry for supper but, unfortunately we burnt it and it tasted disgusting so we threw most of it away and ate yoghurts and fruit.
That night, two girls came into the hotel, one English and the other Australian. We said hello and, later, the Australian, Yolly (short for Yolante) came down for a chat. They were travelling around Europe and Africa for a few weeks or for as long as their money lasted. Yolly had been working in Bristol (which she hated) and came from Perth originally. Claire, the English girl, was from Torbay. We talked about Marrakech and the places we’d seen in Morocco so far. It’s always good to compare notes with fellow travellers.
Will Hawkins lives in Lincolnshire with his family, works in a technology company in London and does as many micro-adventures as he can.
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