Women were selling biscuits from plastic bags all over Marrakech. The biscuits might be an amazing Moroccan delicacy however I never tried as the bags always contained a lot of wasps. I’m not a big fan of wasps.
Hot air ballooning is, apart from the bursts of burner noise, such a calm and peaceful experience. You go where the wind takes you, and we floated over a Berber village. Sadly it was a little misty, but it was still a great experience, and made all the more so by the wonderfully energetic Hamid from Marrakech By Air.
The display at the Skinny House on Goldhawk Road has changed to something I can’t decipher – Japanese, nuns, and Oxford Street. Any ideas?