Morocco is no longer what I call a holiday. Since going there for the first time in 1985. I have visited a further 65 times. It's a bit like going home for me. Still the weather was a pleasant 35 degrees - in the shade - and the apartment we stayed in was really lovely.
The boys enjoyed visiting their relatives, especially their cousins, and they too had a lovely time trying to keep up with the physical demands that Nassim and Imran presented them with - the endless trips to the beach, playing ping-pong or football, the waterpark, camel riding ... - their memory of Nassim and Imran from before the holiday was as toddlers, so reality came as something of a shock!
I enjoyed staying in Morocco for summer because the weather was lovely and I didn't have to think about the humdrum of life back at home. However, Agadir has changed so much in the last few years that it is barely recognisable from when I lived there just over a decade ago. For half-term we are going to stay with friends in a quiet street tucked into the foothills of the Quantocks ...
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