owner of Hotel Sawadi http://www.sawadi.ma is a most ‘sympathique’
Frenchman called Philippe who
bought the property, which includes a farm, just a few years ago. This is the low season – and Ramadan to boot
– and we were his only customers for the two nights we stayed there.
was lovely and spacious and we had the garden and swimming pool to
happened to be market day in Skoura, so we drove back there, following
white dots with green arrows this time, stopping on the way to give a
lift to a
couple of women.
in Marrakesh or Fez, the locals don’t try to hassle
sell you anything. We wandered past
colourful stalls selling anything from tin pots to vegetables to spices
stocked up on a kilo of dates for 10 dirhams (1 Euro). We
spotted our host Philippe buying wood for
construction purposes. Unlike the
locals, he didn’t mind us taking a photo of him.
not all the locals refuse to have their photo taken as we were about to
discover. On our way back to the hotel,
we stopped the car and went for a walk in the palmeraie.
I was about to take a picture of Flemming
when some young boys appeared and insisted on being included in the
photo. They then crowded round the digital
see the result.
early morning is cool and temperatures drop quite quickly after sunset
around 6:30 p.m., but between those times it’s a scorching dry heat – a
excuse for a siesta after lunch in the shade.
the sun sank low enough for the light to be good, we strolled around
to the stables where the goats, donkeys and chickens were to be found.When we sat
down to dinner, we saw that a single place
had been laid at the next table. Our
waiter, Manour, confirmed that it was for Philippe so we asked him to
Philippe that we would be very happy if he would join us.
Philippe was delighted to do so and we had a
most enjoyable dinner, swapping stories of our travels with his own