Riad La Rose Des Vents Essaouira
68 rue du Koweit Essaouira, Morocco
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Day 15 Q: Hey, you want grass?
... the town. Maybe it was the bandana and sunglasses, but I did get fed up with the perpetual hustling to sell me grass and hashish by a range of shady characters.
The Morocco government has apparently made great inroads in controlling the amount of hassle tourists seem to suffer particularly around the Casa / Meknes line and above. All I can say is I’d hate to have visited before! The country has an astonishing range of landscape and roads ...
Day 14 Essaouria or bust
... the cook really just wipe the plate on the café curtain?) I had to get the ever busy manager to walk to the next dirt street to unlock the garage, and I gave him a lift back to the hotel in the sidecar, avoiding the rubbish and glass that litters the streets. He is definitely the big cheese around here...and I’ve promised to send him a copy of the photo of him on Babs for the café wall.
The first 20 or so miles found Babs struggling to pull ...
We're at Essaouira
... countryside on secondary roads, so not at all unpleasant. The first half of the day was along spectacular coastline, again very reminiscent of the Oregon/ North California coast with great rollers slinking in over the reef to crash on rocky outcroppings, quite a high ridge with the highway on it, then flat green farmlands inland. There were the occasional upscale resort towns, identifiable by the fancy street lights, but certainly nothing like the buildings ...
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 ...
It all works out
... the Medina and the good places that I needed to check out. As we passed some of the food stalls, we picked up a few avocados and some bread, and a bottle of wine, and made our way back to the hotel.
We continued our conversation as Ahmagi prepared some guacamole for dinner. Ahmed, the night receptionist at the hotel, joined us in the kitchen. Although he could only speak Arabic, he was more than happy to be offered a ...



