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... pay our debts to Esther. In the afternoon we visited Christian & Bboujra, and Sergio and Lisa for a coffee on Sunday morning.
Esther had invited us, Tati and her niece Amélie over for Sunday evening to celebrate Noah's 14th birthday. Marlene's gift to Noah gave everybody a really good laugh, specially the "newly-born" birthday boy was most amused! Marlene had mentioned to the florist, that the ...
... in the restaurant Igrane in the oasis of Tiout, we drove the remaining kilometers to Agadir. At long last goats pose for us high up in the argan trees! I so much wanted a photograph to sent to my "little" sister Hilda that I care for so much and often look after when she is very ill. Hilda, born 1931, nearly totally matches all the characteristics of her Chinese Zodiac sign!
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I would of course never have visited Agadir, had I not read the above statement assuring me that seismic standards had been implemented when the town was rebuilt in 1960 ;-).
The hotel offered a pool, pool bar and sun loungers situated in shelter from the winds that Morocco is intended to. We spent most of our time there as there wasn't a great deal that Morocco had to offer out of season; car hire and taxis were too expensive and dangerous - the roads are used for nothing but bumper to bumper rage, and horn blasting.
Agadir was beautiful, the beaches were crisp and warm until midday where the wind picked up ...
... situation on a long trip when the craving for cheap, or cheaper (morocco is not a place for copious booze on a budget) alcohol and a bit of scrabble in garish cafes becomes insistent. My advice is to not stick too long and not too make too prominent a mention of these places to your Mum on return home.
One little pleasure was a pretty good fight we witnessed whilst munching a couscous ...