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During our stay in Marrakech, we only had taken half board because at noon we never were very hungry. In the morning there was a huge breakfast buffet, with everything your heart wanted and for all nationalities in the world.
Our stomacs couldn't eat all at once in the morning to keep until supper, so usually I discretely helped myself by preparing a doggy bag for lunch. I went to the buffet several times and didn't care if people were thinking that I had the appetite of a starving elephant. I usually took some cheese, fruits and croissants and we ate that peacefully in our room on the balcony. One day I saw boiled eggs just laying in front of me. I took two, dropped them in my plastic bag, hidden in my beach bag together with the other "dog" food. Anyway I think we did the hotel a favor, by helping ourselves, so they didn't have to throw away so much food.
I put the eggs in the fridge and at lunch time, Domi took one egg, hit it on the table to peal the shell off. Suddenly the egg exploded and Domi got the full content of a raw egg all over her face, bathing suit, table and floor. I looked at her and started to laugh and laugh, I couldn't stop ! She looked priceless, her nose and cheeks were yellow and the the rest was running over herher chin and finally dropped on the floor.
One thing is for sure, Moroccan eggs are all bio, coming from happy chicken pecking on mugheaps ! The eggshell is so hard like a boiled egg, when I compare them to what I get here ! You look at them severely and they already crack.