Extract Lifted from travel diary entitled: “Never trust a fart in Marrakech”.
October 22nd 2009 It’s been a while since I last wrote because Mum and I’s trip took an unplanned detour- down the road of acute dysentery, severe gastroenteritis and a good old stint in hospital.
We reached our friend’s private riad in Marrakech late one evening and were welcomed to a three storey open plan stone house surrounding a central courtyard with a mosaic tiled swimming pool fruit trees and tastef
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