Dar Laulivier Essaouira
Douar Bouzemour Essaouira, 44000, Morocco
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Day 15 Q: Hey, you want grass?
... but the visible independent traveller in particular still has to cope with a lot of unwanted attention. The Rough Guide presents eloquently in terms of Morocco ‘making demands on your instinct for self-preservation’. One doesn’t feel really unsafe, just uncomfortable and that odd feeling that something might kick off at any time when you ignore the hustler walking alongside you trying all languages to strike up a rapport.
The ...
Day 14 Essaouria or bust
... and then rain coincided with a drop from 27 to 5 degrees. At this point a 2 foot wide boulder from a landslide rolled 2m in front of me and off the edge of the road. Not funny.
As I finished crossing the High Atlas range, the temperature got better and Babs began to fill her lungs again. Eventually we came to Taroundant (we?! – sign of loneliness if ever I saw one)and saw the wonderful sight of real roads and pavements – as opposed ...
We're at Essaouira
... kiln.
Of course, once done we were directed to the shop where the sales pitch ensued, but it was not high pressure, and we did buy a few things, making a little feint at bargaining, but probably getting ripped off from their point of view, though the pieces were still cheap by our standards.
The afternoon drive was inland, and the interest was more in the towns and villages than in the coastline. Many of the towns were very similar to the crazy ...
Seaside retreat. and a good scrub
... and when she tired to massage them, I somehow formed a fist with my foot and grabbed her hand. (I was unaware my feet could function as hands). She asked me "ca va?" and I quickly answered "ne touch pas mom pieds". I am getting pretty good with my french! After all of the molestation, I was officially relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the time in Essaouira wandering the beaches, having coffee and people watching. Holidays don't have to be adventure all the ...
Clementines for a smile
... throughout the city before the fish begin to spoil. There is no denying the freshness of the fish, as my experience can surely attest.
Back from the harbor, I headed into the medina where up until now I had really only explored the two main streets. As I headed back down some of the quiet alleys with no tourists, the locals greeted me with Bonjours and smiles. It was a much different vibe here as opposed to Marrakech. The white painted buildings with ...

