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Travel Blogs from Mirleft
... trying to wave to the camera while surfing. Back in 2009 the rest of the world got together and insisted they add the quotation marks to "International". Attendance is by fake invitation only.
Sights and Activities
The coast around Mirleft is rife with empty waves just waiting to be conquered and tamed like a recalcitrant shrew that's recently outgrown its metaphoric britches. There are numerous private surf guides around that can ...
... there were more French souls, who actually lived in Agadir, one of the ladies of whom handed bscuits around and was making handicrafted headscarfs with her friend. The cafe was where we were all hanging out, along with the cats.
Anna and I took turns to go swimming, Ian and the chiildren in the waters too and what a lovely time we were having, between sea play and relaxing with olives, bread and mint tea. George knowked over a ...
... of God. We walked as far as another grand size beach with a mosque on its shores.
Then, returning to the children I cooked up a lemon and chili flavoured veggie tagine for them, while Anna was off out lunching in the town. My cookng was yumptious!
In the afternoon we all descended to the large main beach for a fun seasie experience. Finding ourselves a spot by some caves, around the shade of an old straw parasol, Anna enjoyed a siesta ...
... us to relent to his vision. Luckily, a mercedes then came along, and though the driver wasn't going our way, he could nevertheless get us out of town to a better hitching spot.
It felt good to be at last away from the town, back in the countryside. As I rushed towards a distant ruin in the fields to wee, Rosina managed to flag down a car. I was too desperate to heed her calls, but thankfully the driver of the car waited for my return.
The young man of the ...
... about Atmo? Ann said that though he had left the riad with his belongings, when the minibus arrived, Atmo had dug in his heels and refused to get in. Anna attempted to presuade him, telling him it was his responsibility to his wife and child to go along. Then she left, not hanging around to see whether he'd actually ended up going or not.
We sat a while in the riad with Anna, fed on fruit salad, yoghurts and left over veggie stew. In all that time there was ...