Kinbrylie Diary Page June 2010

I am afraid I am not doing very well this year keeping you all up to date with our lives. As promised here is the second half of our long ago holiday.


This is the entrance to the Mohammed V mausoleum in Rabat. It is a beautiful building and is open to the public.


The streets in the Oudaias Kasbah, Rabat are all painted with this vivid blue colour and are beautifully clean and bright. I am amazed that anyone can find their way around as it looked a bit like a rabbit warren to us and we were glad to have a competent guide.


The Hassan 11 Mosque, in Casblanca, is one of the biggest in the world and one of the only mosques to allow non muslim visitors. The mosque can accommodate 25 thousand worshippers at any one time and the roof is on rails and can be opened to allow circulation of air. We were very fortunate to be able to visit it.


Casablanca station and the Marrakech Express. (I can hear you all singing now).


Marrakech station is a work of art as were most of the stations we passed through. They are immaculately clean and there is very tight security at all times. Not that we felt at all threatened but they do keep the concourse clear of crowds.


One of our Morrocan Evenings, the food was very good but unfortunately we were subjected to the same dishes most of the time as the restaurants are
very eager to give one a "Taste of Morroco"


and of course the "Belly Dancers"


Wandering around the streets and markets, there are spice shops everywhere. This one was in a small town en route to the Atlas Mountains.


This was part of the same market and was an incredible sight. I wish I could have captured the smell as well as the photo. This market provided everything in life you could wish for including haircuts, shaves, dentists, animal food and bedding, tools, live animals, clothes and anything else you could think of.


We journeyed into the Atlas Mountains where we visited a Berber home and were treated to a demonstration of the ceremonial mint tea making. We were then served with this delicacy and some home made bread which was delicious.


We visited the Jardin de Majorelle in the middle of Marrakech. This was a garden owned by Yves St. Laurent and had many different areas dedicated to people and places.  This was a recreation of Monet's Lilypond


Donald took this photo of the LPG powered donkey, it is amazing what these beasts carry. This chap was delivering in the streets of Fez.


We paid a visit to the tannery in Fez. This was a fascinating place, a bit smelly, but we saw how the hides are treated and dyed to make them into the famous Morrocan leather, and of course I had to have a bag or two.


We visited the ancient ruins of Volubilis. This was probably my favourite day of the holiday. Volubilis is an ancient Roman City that has been partially unearthed and some of the ruins are well preserved. This is an original mosaic from a floor in one of the villas.  You can imagine the people and chariots in the streets and even the drainage system can be seen. It is well worth a visit if you are ever in the area.


The storks also found the ruins useful, they nest everywhere on anything high. There were storks on virtually every pylon, high buildings, chimneys and walls.
 This one was feeding two chicks.


Time to say goodbye to Africa, this was the ferry to take us back to Tarifa where we were met by a coach that took us to Seville for our last two nights.


This is the Plaza de Espana, built in 1928 for the Ibera-American Exposition of 1929.  It was undergoing some serious renovation while we were there and the moat was empty.

We spent two days in London on our way home to unwind a bit and eventually arrived home almost three weeks after leaving Scotland. It was very cold when we got back and it took us a few days to get used to it again.  However it got warmer as time went on and we have just had a week of fabulously warm and sunny weather. \Long may it last so I can get out and about with the camera again and keep you up to date with events at home.

See you next time.

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