Boumalne
August 4th 2010 By Tineghir, the Moroccan diet finally had its wicked way with Heather's insides. We asked directions from someone, thinking we'd be safe as he had a stall to mind, but no, he came with us and spent about an hour trying to sell us jewellery, or better, swap some for Heather's blackberry!
In the next town, Boumalne, our taxi refused to brave the 'piste', or track, up to the hotel. We had a long
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