The day wasn’t over with our visit up the Ourika river valley.
Off to the market we went. And there was no mistaking when it was market day. 193 more words
There’s the time-honoured gathering of blokes at the “pub equivalent” (no alcohol here) while the women are at home with the children. And then there’s the farm worker riding his donkey …. 530 more words
1 month, 1 week
Have Bag, Will Travel
I was terrified crossing this swaying, rotting foot bridge because some of the planks of wood were missing and the steel rope that held it all together was rusty and corroded. 78 more words
1 month, 2 weeks