Mexico, Guatemala and Belize

Mexico City, Mexico

I loved this tour. Another really great group and a fairly decent amount of time – 3 weeks – to explore Central America. First stop, as mentioned in the last entry, was Mexico City where the tour was to begin. As usual I had a brief spell on my own beforehand.

This part of the world really isn’t as dangerous as ‘they’ make out, and it’s a shame that people sometimes feel the need to skip it. News often dramatises everything and gives a skewed vision of reality – at least some of the time. Other times it is correct. But you can’t rely on semi accuracy, so it is better to go and form your own opinion. Which of course could also be wrong 😉

I rocked up to the airport at night, and it took a little while to get through customs. A taxi rank was inside the airport, where you got given a slip of paper with a number on, before presenting it to the driver. When I got to the line about six of them circled the taxi I was getting into, which made me momentarily have flashbacks of Morocco. But it was fine.

My driver was really nice and chatted away nineteen to the dozen, at one point even blasting the car with Mariachi music and making the vehicle do a small dance.

I reached the hotel, unpacked a little, showered, explored the room and the dining options.

Unsurprisingly I opted for room service, watched some weird Spanish soap opera on TV and crashed out that night.

The next day I woke up, and looked at the clock by my bed.

Unsure if this was my jet lag talking, I decided to get up.

Being near the top floor of the hotel offered splendid skyline views of the huge city.

(By the hotel pool)

I felt extremely reassured by the notice next to the elevator as I headed downstairs to meet my friends.

They were a couple of guys from uni who had moved over to Mexico. I hadn’t seen them in years and it was so lovely to reconnect in a foreign country, as it added an element of excitement. After catching up they told me all about the place and the highlights of the city, as well as the top food and drinks to look out for. “Guack” (Guacamole) was to become a feature food for most of us on tour as it seemed to go with everything, not just tortillas and quesadillas 😉

That evening I met our group and tour leader, Ish. We light heartedly headed out for our first dinner in Mexico – Japanese.

The next day would usher in a long introductory tour of Mexico City proper, including the world famous ruins of archeological city Teotihaucan, a traditional Trajinera boat ride in Xochimilco (complete with snacks and a Mariachi band) and a float past the creepy Isla de Las Munecas (Island of the Dolls).


Iguazu Falls to Buzios to Rio

Iguazu Falls to Buzios

Buzios after the Falls spelt (brief) chill time. Which was great timing as we would be needing our energy for Rio. There were so many fantastic optional extras on this tour that we were struggling to cram everything in.

A flight to Rio first was necessary, followed by bus to Buzios. It is a beautiful little spot and I would strongly recommend to include it as part of your trip. Plus we had bagged yet another awesome hotel.

Our first night welcomed in a local dance performance at the Buda Beach restaurant, as we were treated to a visual display of colourful costumes, heady lights, muscle displays and fast moves. There was even a dance class for the customers which our group got involved in. I stood on the side lines and filmed it, as I decided it had been a fantastic idea to do the limbo in the aisle of our moving bus, and managed to partially re-injure my ankle.

Caipirinhas were the order of the night, plus a couple of clubs with great music and much imitation of the ‘robot’ dance.

We had a whole day the next day to mooch about the town, hang poolside and do some souvenir shopping. Lovely.

Buzios to Rio

The action ramped back up again as our route wound its way back to the super cool Rio. Our main activity of the day was the usual upon arrival at any city – an orientation tour. I think we must have walked for hours that day, as the sun beat down upon us.

That night we naturally explored the night-life, which, of course, is fantastic. The taxi ride was possibly even better, with our driver deciding he wanted to race the other taxi full of our group to the city centre. That’s something I’ll always remember – speeding down the dual carriageway of Rio at night like it was the Autobahn, with no seat belts on, urging our driver to go faster (something he didn’t need much encouragement to do).

Just another night out of ten.

Rio – Christ the Redeemer

Today was the day. I was super excited. The chance to redeem myself and finally take in my first ever man made world wonder! He is simply magnificent, and vast at 90ft high. I’m not religious and yet even I found myself wowed by his imposing presence and stature. To get there is a bit of a performance – via van up a very winding hill at the pace of a snail for a good twenty minutes to half an hour. But that’s fine – I reckon things worth doing should require effort.

Once there, you show your ticket and gain entrance to the main attraction. There are even lifts and escalators. You’re allowed to go up to his feet, where there is a large lookout point for visitors. Photos were aplenty up here, with the walkabout offering a generous variety of angles to snap Christ and the splendid views over Rio de Janeiro. The harbour of Rio is actually considered one of the seven natural world wonders, so I stared in awe at the realisation that I was killing two birds with one stone. Was I really here, after dreaming about it for so long? I had to pinch myself. Not too bad for a nine/ten day tour, I thought.

The next day we headed (hungover of course, with knackered feet) to the inside of the Favellas. We were really excited to see this renowned danger spot of Rio, but also somewhat apprehensive. There really was no need to worry though, as not only are the Favellas a lot safer than they used to be, but our local guide was known by the people and on good terms. Just as well, because if you just want to wander in there as a tourist, forget it.

The sights in there are well worth any nerves you may have, and we decided it was one of the highlights of our trip, even when a teenager suddenly strutted past us carrying a gun and making us jump. He started chuckling and grinned broadly at our discomfort, clearly amused at the soft strangers.

Some guys sat down and played on makeshift ‘drums’, fashioned from tin cans and buckets, to which two little boys joined in and started dancing. I was impressed at their talent for such a young age, and wish the video could go on here.

We tried out some of the local food and even bought some snacks that a kind family had prepared for us. The walk through was fairly long and squeezed in – we picked our way amongst the rubbish, up and down narrow stairs and through winding streets, respectively trying to avoid the eye contact of people standing in their doorways staring at us.

Finally, we bought some paintings in the shop before reaching this view at the end.

The rest of the day was left for us to do as we pleased, this being the last on tour. Some ascended Sugar Loaf mountain. Some went to a football match, others hang glided. If I had had a fully functioning foot and more time, both of those last options definitely would have been added to my list. But that’s what next times are for 😉 I would love to go back for the famous Rio carnival. One day eh.

Our last night was celebrated in style on a cruise boat, with a BBQ not to mention more Caipirinhas and cocktails served up.

The (exhausted) partying continued later on, after a quick change of outfit and shift over to a different vessel. Dancing and drinking on a small moving boat, packed with raucous revellers and occasionally choppy waves is a somewhat challenging task. The music was so loud that at the end and even into the next day, everyone could hear ringing in their ears.

Chilling on Copacabana beach before my flight the next day.

The last supper. (Breakfast)

That evening en route to the airport a storm erupted, with huge bursts of thunder and forked lightning. I glanced up to see Christ bathed in a gloomy, ethereal mist, dramatically lighting up every time a fork appeared. It was an enchanting spell for all of the drive. Some sort of sign, maybe, I entertained myself.

South America, wow. You inflamed my imagination, and I was to return, but not for another year. In the meantime, it was time for another world wonder, to move up the continent and into the arms of Central America, starting with the infamous Mexico City.

Adios amigos…

Buenos Aires to Iguazu Falls

Buenos Aires to Iguazu Falls (Brazilian side)

The first stop on this exciting non stop tour was to Iguazu Falls, not officially considered one of the seven natural wonders of the world, but I really think it should be. It is utterly amazing. Plus it felt like we were in Jurassic Park (adding instant cool points) which I will go into in a little more detail further down.

We would be seeing the Falls from both sides – that is, from the Argentina and Brazil divide, with Brazil being up first. Many people debate as to which side is better and I have to say I think the Argentinian side is superior. See if you agree or not from the photos. As Argentina is massive we needed to get a flight to the airport and then hop on our bus to drive to the Falls. On the way we’d have to show our passports at border control to cross over to the Brazilian side.

As it was mid afternoon by the time we’d turned up at the park entrance, we decided to have some lunch before we began. Junk food was all that was on offer so junk food was what we had. How much we actually managed to eat of that though was tentative as someone in our group found, when a small, strange looking creature practically wrestled a pink milkshake off the guy. It fell to the floor, spilling everywhere, at which point the criminal immediately followed suit and started lapping at the puddle. Everyone cracked up in incredulous laughter. I have a brilliant video which I wish I could put on here, as it captured the timing of this thief perfectly.

“What the bloody hell is that?” someone asked. As it turned out, the cheeky, striped tail creatures are called Coati – part of the raccoon family – but actually look like a weird hybrid between an aardvark and a raccoon. There were warnings up all around the park, basically saying not to piss them off.

To get to the main part of the waterfall we walked down a man made spiral path into the undergrowth. The waterfall eventually revealed itself, and we headed out onto the walkway to get semi drenched in the spray. There was even a rainbow.

Dinner that night was walkabout.

Iguazu Falls (Argentinian side)

There aren’t really many adjectives that can describe today, because it was that brilliant, but ‘awesome’, ‘jaw dropping’, ‘inspiring’, and ‘out of this world’ are a few I’ll throw out there. And stinking hot. Please, please go at least once in your life. Out of everywhere I’ve been (and admittedly that is a lot by this stage) it is in my top three sights. I’d even suggest, though I haven’t yet been to the others, (but also going by other reports) that if you’re going to visit any waterfall in the world, skip Niagara and Victoria and come here instead. I also liked the fact that it wasn’t massively touristy, with them trying to sell you stuff everywhere you turned.

The National Park is vast and there are many different things to do. A pass gets you in for all day (which you will definitely need) there is a train to drop you at a certain point and several hikes you can do to the Falls. If you are incredibly lucky like we were, then you’ll also get to fit in a helicopter ride as well as a lift in a jeep through the jungle. It was especially at this point where I felt like we were starring in Jurassic Park, during that famous scene where they are trying to outdrive the T Rex.

The jeep drops you off at the waterside, where you will don life jackets and jump onto a SPEEDBOAT to take you almost THROUGH part of the Falls. I kid you not.

Here are some general photos of this stunner at different stages along our hike.

The once-in-a-lifetime helicopter ride over the Falls.

And the speed boat adventure. Please remind me next time to buy a waterproof go pro.

What a day. Surely we had outdone ourselves here? Had we not peaked too soon? Nope.

Argentina to Brazil. First stop, Buenos Aires.

Buenos Aires

Ah, 2016, I thought, the year I will really get my teeth into the whole travel thing and see the seven man made World Wonders. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to see them all, but still managed two, as well as exploring an entire new continent in some depth – (South, Central and North America) so nevertheless consider that year a travel success.

I loved Buenos Aires as soon as I turned up. The normal jet lag applied, and I got roped into hanging out the following evening with the guy at check in, but everything else was perfect. As usual I’d booked myself a couple of pre-nights at the same hotel the tour kicked off from. I even managed to keep a vague diary for those first couple of days, before it became too impossibly busy to be able to 😉 Here are some extracts.

Day One

Arrive, somewhat stunned that I’ve actually made it in one piece, and jet lagged to the eyeballs. Another continent crossed off the list. Well, kinda. I have been to the Caribbean but South America is obviously totally different.

Taxi driver overcharges me, of course, but he is very nice and I just want to get there so agree to the equivalent of twenty five quid for a 45 minute ride. It’s definitely expensive by South American standards but not London, which I’m used to.

I’m currently sat in a Vegan cafe (recommended by yours truly at reception) after a shower and suitcase rearrangement. Just had a Kobu burger – named after the place – which was delicious but about 5,000 carbs. When you take into account the huge piece of bread it was served in, not to mention the pile of chips on the side, it could have satisfied the appetite of Nelly the Elephant.

Day Two

After a good long sleep I decide to hit Buenos Aires proper. It’s 35 degrees outside and I’m up for a big walk regardless, to take in the main sights at the centre of town. Luckily our hotel Tribeca is in central so I study the map over breakfast (no data abroad so I’m wifi reliant) speak to an old school mate for some advice on where to go, and I’m off.

Walking down Batholomew Mitre street I reach the main road where the needle building or ‘phallic symbol’ is.

It’s huge and white and looks as if it wouldn’t be out of place in the States. I cross past the busy road (which is in three stages with three sets of lights, it is that vast) and carry on walking down B.Mitre until I reach Florida street on the left with loads of shops. Everyone there seems to be shouting out what sounds like ‘Cameo, cameo!’ but I ignore it and carry on.

A couple of times during the day I have to duck into coffee shops to refresh myself due to the heat.

I’ve been advised that there is an art gallery hidden in what looks like an underground car park at the end of Florida street, but unfortunately the guy has forgotten the name and I can’t find it anyway, so I cross over the road to the San Martin square (also recommended). It turns out to be a stunning square that looks like a small park within itself, containing lush and flowering trees looking out over a clock tower a couple of blocks across the road in the distance. Naturally I take loads of photos.

Walk around a bit more, waiting for the museum across the road to open. When it does I realise it’s an army museum with loads of machines so have a very quick scoot around before finding somewhere to have a Caprese salad.

Wander around a little after (Ok, quite a lot more) checking out a square and a couple of museums.

Head back to the hotel to rest for a bit as my feet are caning by this point, walking past the Congress building on the way.

Fast forward to the evening and it actually turned out pretty decently with the guy-from-reception. We went to Palermo Soho for burgers and beer then moved onto a bar with a whole ton of vegetation, for cocktails. A tropical storm broke out while we were sat on the rooftop, which was amazing to watch. I wish I had thought to snap a picture.

Day Three (first day meeting group)

Bit more of a chill day today. Our group officially meet this evening, and as I did so much walking yesterday decide to take it relatively easy.

Need to check out of my room so have a bit of a lengthy wait at hotel reception getting that all sorted. Get introduced to my roommate Emily by yours truly so I switch to her room.

Our group was fairly small compared to some others I had been on, roughly 15 of us, and there were a few couples. We didn’t have our introductory meeting with our tour manager until the next morning, but a few of us went out in a small group that night and ended up getting involved in some sort of street carnival. We had started off as witnesses taking photos but soon very much became participants as we raced down the street away from kids chasing and squirting foam guns at us. After such a fun night and several glasses in us it was a wonder that we managed to find our way into a taxi and back to the right hotel.

Day Four (first day of tour)

The next morning saw the official beginning of the tour with a two hour long introductory meeting by our lovely tour manager Flor. By the end we were ready for a proper introductory walkabout the city. This would cover a fair amount – the extremely hip and colourful neighbourhood of La Boca, a giant flower sculpture made of steel and aluminium called Floralis Generica in the Plaza de la Naciones Unidas, colonial architecture and mansions, Puerto Madero – including the famous ‘Tango’ bridge and giant ship – not to mention San Telmo (both an intriguing mix of historical and cosmopolitan).

That evening would see us attending a Tango show while enjoying a classic steak and red wine that Argentina is famous for. But much like the first night, we didn’t remain witnesses for long.

We paired up and got our moves on.

Was the night over after? Was it ever. We moved onto a club called Ink and continued to dance with the locals, at the beginning of what was to be the most whirlwind tour I’ve ever been on out of all of them.

Day Five (second day of tour)

Today was to be all about the Polo, darling, Argentina’s national sport. First off, we settled down and made ourselves comfortable watching a match. It was somewhat unnerving, as they were moving so fast and whacking the sticks around with abandon – we were concerned the horses legs would be getting hurt, and/or that the ball would come whizzing into the seats among the stadium and crash into one of our faces.

After, it was time for our lesson – we practiced whacking balls around on the grass into a wicker basket before splitting into teams, jumping on our horses and giving the game a go. It was fun, but I can’t say it was really for me, probably partly because I can’t fully control a horse. Ryan, a guy in our group with exceedingly high confidence, was having a whale of a time – ripping down the arena like he’d done it a hundred times before.

Another animal selfie.

Our BBQ lunch after.

A good amount of time was spent lounging around in the pool on the grounds and none of us wanted to leave.

Our group social activity that night was a cooking class and learning how to make Empanadas. We got treated to a Mate tea session and bought some cups. There was also a competition to see who could make the best thing out of their dough, which the owners would judge as they were baking them for us. Ryan did a Mr Potato face and of course, won.

The rest of us losers drowned our sorrows.

Fes to Errachidia, Sahara Desert to Todra/Dades Gorge

Fes to Errachidia via Ifrane and Midelt

The scenery was to make another stark change today as we journeyed into the middle Atlas Mountains and Alpine freshness of Ifrane, complete with Alpine style architecture, nearby ski slopes and thick, dense forests. We had time for a quick coffee, a fight for wifi and a photo beside the legendary lion statues

before heading to Midelt (nestled between the mid and high Atlas Mountains) for lunch, or ‘lench’ as Ali G would say. Some of Ali G’s phrases will always stick with me, particularly when he was giving us a local history lesson on the bus through his microphone. This would always be finished with a relaxed ‘And now we will stop for lench for a Tagine, drive maybe two hours…then we can go for she-she break’ (She-she translated as wee).

At a rest stop we stopped to feed the monkeys. I had never fed monkeys by hand before, and they were lovely (unlike the tiny little bastards in Ubud, Bali)

On the road.

To the South some more saw us arriving in Errachidia that evening, our catapult destination before the Merzouga Desert Camp. It was our favourite hotel accommodation with a large pool, rooftop walkway and great views. Our room even came with its own balcony with garden furniture. We sat outside with our bottle of wine and Ali G at one point tried to join us but then had to go off to collect firewood for our group dinner that the hotel staff were cooking. I took a secret paparazzi style picture of him snapped from the roof doing his chores behind the scenes.

Errachidia to Merzouga Desert Camp

Ah, our stay in the Sahara desert, how unforgettable. And any time in the Sahara desert can mean only one thing – camel rides. The first meeting with our camels was hilarious, they were sitting down and looked as bored as you like.

We were introduced to and paired up with a camel each, then given the low down on our ride and what would happen once we had reached camp. I took a selfie with mine.

The ride was great (at least on the way there) and took perhaps thirty minutes until we reached our sandy destination in the middle of nowhere. I was quite surprised they knew a route as the sand dunes all look the same to me. Compass I suppose, no wifi out here, as Lindsay noted to her horror.

At camp, which was comprised of several large tents and some rugs, we were shown to our sleeping quarters and dumped our stuff – which wasn’t much as we didn’t want to unnecessarily weigh the camels down. Then we grabbed our bottle of red and walked off to watch the magnificent sunset.

Lindsay hates sunsets so while she was busy staring at her phone screen and lamenting the lack of a connection the rest of us snapped pictures.

When it had grown dark we headed back for some dinner that the people at camp had kindly prepared us. Then we left the tent again and lit a fire, playing drinking games and marvelling at the stars, which really are incredible out there. Here I am, I thought, in the middle of a desert with a fire going, and a dozen camels snoring near by. I do get around. Sometimes I think the best decision I’ve ever made in my life so far was to sell up and go travelling, I’ve never once regretted it. It’s these experiences I’ll look back on when I’m too old and frail to go anywhere and smile at.

Back to the present and we were all getting quite merry. I had managed to fall backwards off my chair into the sand and Lindsay had collapsed onto me in a heap of laughter so that when I tried to get up I couldn’t. Someone pulled Lindsay off at which point she lay face down in the sand continuing to laugh. Her hair had gotten tangled with sand into her face so when Ali G swiped it off she suddenly yelled out ‘ALERT ALERT ALERT!’ It was hilarious.

When we felt it was time to hit the hay Lindsay was still hitting the sand, having fallen asleep by this point. We had tried to get her to move but it just wasn’t happening and I think Ali G ended up pulling out a camp bed and dragging it outside for her. Either way, at about 4 in the morning I woke up to find her staggering into our tent, still drunk, and collapsing on her bed. She was talking so loudly and I was afraid it was reverberating around the camp and waking everyone up. ‘Ssssh!’ I said, ‘I don’t care!’ she replied.

It was absolutely FREEZING in the desert at night. I think we had something like two duvets and three blankets on us and we were still cold.

We were up again at 7 to begin the ride back.

For some reason my camel’s saddle and rug had been strapped in slightly sideways, so when I sat down I was therefore slightly sideways and when the camel lurched forward I felt instantly insecure. ‘Excuse me!’ I said, ‘I think my camel’s saddle is sideways’. Camels are not exactly the shortest of animals and once you start moving and get jerked around from a height, it really is a bit scary. No answer. ‘Argh!’ I said, ‘Can we just stop a minute and readjust?!’ But nope. The guys just laughed and carried on. ‘This isn’t funny,’ I said to someone in the group, ‘I feel like I’m about to fall off.’ I spent the rest of the uncomfortable journey leaning sideways in the other direction to make up for it. Instantly I felt like Karl Pilkington from an Idiot Abroad. My back had cramped up like crazy by the end.

The longest half an hour ever ensued and I have never been more relieved to get off an animal and eat breakfast.

Merzouga to Todra Gorge to Dades Gorge

Todra Gorge. Think towering sandstone peaks and streams running far below, with long walking paths cutting down the side, making it perfect for rock climbers, hikers and those thrilled by imposing landscapes. You will most likely feel as if you are in an episode of Roadrunner, and we had a good hour there, but you could easily do more.

Our second to last night was to be spent at Dades Gorge, with the balcony doors to our bedrooms opening out onto this magnificent landscape. It was quite surreal to just be standing there and taking in the view while a camel casually strutted past.

(I would love to put in more pictures but I seem to have maxed out for this post)

Dades Gorge back to Marrakesh via Ait Ben Haddou

After a modest breakfast we spent our last day winding back to Marrakesh via Ait Ben Haddou, a fortified village on an old caravan route between Sudan and Marrakesh. The fortified city’s imposing walls are considered a UNESCO World Heritage Site and very aesthetically pleasing. Before arriving in Marrakesh we passed through the impressive Tizi n’Tichka mountain pass, lamenting that our trip was soon to be at an end.

However the next adventure was only to be a couple of months away, on a completely different continent, in a fresh New Year.

Rabat to Fes via Volubilis and Meknes

After walking around Meknes in the morning, enjoying the scenery and some tasty food, we rocked up in Volubilis.

The ruins in Volubilis were extraordinary. It’s amazing to think that public buildings from over 2,000 years ago are still standing, and in such good condition.

(Right to left) Ali G, local tour guide, Lindsay, collapsed on column.

We stopped at a supermarket en route to Fes to stock up on supplies, mainly alcohol. We would definitely be needing some for our stay in the Sahara desert and this was a rare and ample opportunity to grab and go. Even rarer to my eyes was the special area that alcohol was confined to – a ‘cave of alcohol’ in the basement of the building. One of the guys on tour got the nickname of Ali Babar. I snapped him about to descend into said cave.

When I think of Fes I always associate it with two things – the obvious hat (which Ali G demonstrated) and the character Fez from That 70s show. Of course, it is littered with medinas, mosques and mausoleums as well as peppered in patterns, which we were to see properly the following day.

Our entertainment during dinner that night, meanwhile, was a traditional bellydance complete with music and a pretend wedding ceremony. To our amusement, at least for those of us not taking part, some of our group got roped into performing.

Playing at Romans. (I have no idea)

Fes continued

Fes contains over 9,000 cobbled streets and was a feast for our senses as we enjoyed a 9 hour walking tour of the city with our local guide. Spices were everywhere and food stalls were prominent, selling all kinds of wares including various body parts of raw chicken and fish on display. It was not only a day of walking but a day of being shown how things worked too, as we got a tour around a pottery, carpet emporium and silver/gold/metalware store not to mention the Chouara tannery. Fes is excellent for shopping.


Lindsay decided that she wanted to buy a sword for one of her brothers, and we amusedly watched her as she bartered with the shop owner, before disappearing into some back alley to try and find a cash machine to pay for it as I don’t think they accepted card.

Us girls lined up for a group photo in one of the streets. You feel as if you are walking around for a long time (and you are) as it is also the worlds largest urban car free area. The ever changing landscape of Morocco never failed to fascinate me, from cities to deserts to mountains, and here was no exception.

Some people bought a traditional Moroccan carpet, after being given a talk on how they are weaved. I passed as I had already splashed out on one in Turkey. The boys really enjoyed themselves.

I have no idea what is going on in this one, only that it was clearly something amusing to do with that ridiculous foot bandage.

Marrakesh to Rabat via Casablanca

Our first stop that day was to the largest mosque in Morocco – the Hassan II mosque in the trendy seaside town of Casablanca. A huge mosque with a minaret standing at 210 metres tall, it also has a laser beam protruding from the top. We explored all the nooks and crannies, even an exquisite underground communal bath with smooth polished flooring and beautiful tiling. The only other place I have seen tiling that compares is in Lisbon, Portugal.

In the town centre we stopped to admire the view.

After some lunch we followed the road to Rabat. The first jump off was at the similarly named mosque, Hassan Tower. It is actually a minaret of an incomplete mosque which was begun in 1195, and intended to be the largest minaret and mosque in the world, but unfortunately they didn’t get very far. We also checked out the Mausoleum of Mohammed V while we were there.

Our tour group was something of a novelty for the local boys, as you can probably imagine. Ali G told us that we were probably worth 4,000 camels.

Rabat is listed as A UNESCO world heritage capital, and so we had a couple more sights to check out, namely the Kasbah de Oudaias and Andalusian Gardens. The colour theme was once again blue and served as as a reminder of the Greek Island of Santorini (another favourite of mine) This was actually a favourite of most of our group and we lamented the fact that we didn’t have more time here.

Another stunning sunset was the last order of the day.

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