Dar Ness Essaouira
1 rue Khalib Ben Walid Essaouira, 44000, Morocco
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Day 15 Q: Hey, you want grass?
... sits in the middle of a massive road / civic infrastructure effort and it transpires that the resort fires up in May, hence the feverish final last minute building around the tourist areas. At least if it was busier the hustlers would be able to spend less time on each of their victims.
I guess if one was plopped here by an iron bird the attention might be a novelty? Or perhaps I’m more of as ‘Long Way North’ sort of ...
Day 14 Essaouria or bust
... br>
Tweny miles further on however the true aroma of Morocco returned – sewage..
I skirted Agadir itself and drove around the modern University sector before climbing out up onto the Atlantic coastal road which snaked along the cliffs for 75 miles to Essaouria. An amazing road, even if I was getting weary of the bend swinging and drifting. I had only eaten a cereal bar since breakfast, so at 6pm pulled into ...
We're at Essaouira
February 8, 2012: El Jedida Well, we cruised right on by Casablanca on the freeway. Sorry Rick, we missed your café. I must admit some feelings of guilt, as it is a favourite movie, but apparently the medinas and casbahs we are seeing elsewhere are more representative of what Casablanca would have been like in the 40s anyway.
The first part of the drive from Rabat was somewhat interesting, along the rough Atlantic coast with crashing waves. The small N1 ...
Seaside retreat. and a good scrub
... to get every bit of me clean. Enough dead skin fell off of me to create my clone. For obvious reasons, I have no pictures of this life altering process. After a hair wash and many buckets of water thrown off me, I was toweled off and shuffled off to a dark room for a massage. While the scrubbing was rough, the massage was very gentle... Too gentle actually. The masseuse was a small mousy girl who didn't have a lot of strength to her. My feet are ...
Clementines for a smile
... different from the day before. There were a few people surfing the small waves and even a couple kitesurfers trying to manage the fairly calm winds.
Sitting at the cafe, under the warmth of the sun and the comfortable ocean breeze, in what had become a reliable occurence, in a couple of minutes, we were joined by three other people from our hostel who had just randomly seen us from the beach. With Ahmagi's gift of bringing people together, we enjoyed ...



