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Travel Blogs from Essaouira
... all he wanted doing was the mo!! Anyway 10 euro (100 dirhams) later Sean was all good. Had a late snack for lunch I thought I should try the sardine kefta (minced sardine balls) in a tomato type sauce!! Definitely not to Sean's liking quite strong taste and smell! Unfortunately didn't really agree with me either literally repeated on me all evening!! So hopefully nothing too ...
... being built, some being torn down. Some being painted and some being used. Orson Wells used to come to Essaouira for inspiration. I feel the inspiration, and maybe even a piece of him that stayed long after he left, in the breeze, the smell of fish, the laziness of stray cats and the saunter of people down the street. There doesn't seem to be a hurry in the world here. It's a timeless city.
I mean, I felt it after a day, and if you don't believe me, take it from Orson Wells. ...
but beautiful hippy clothes/ornaments/bags/rugs/scarfs whilst on a
weeks holiday...then look no further- this is the perfect place for
The fruit is so cheap here, providing
that you leave the medina and you take a walk into the totally local
part of Essaouira. Here there are plenty of little fruit stalls
selling all types of melons, nectarines, peaches, plums, apricots,
bananas, cherries, strawberries and all manor of different veg. ...
... me from sleeping oustide in their jurisdiction, because they were worried about my safety. They ordered Amsa to take me with him to the next city, Laayoune.
When I got in Amsa's car the second time, I thought the sleep-deprived African might kill me.
But, soon, we were laughing about how stupid the police were for ordering us to do things that didn't make sense. Ha ha!
Crack! Oops, what was ...
... large front of clouds and the wind had picked up dramatically to provide a chilling breeze in the air. The bright, beckoning sun of noon had given way to a dreary, gray, overcast sky. Instantly, the shock of the mid-December waters hit me. Sure the wetsuit kept my core somewhat less frozen, but for some reason my hands and feet had been neglected from any protection. This I did not understand, because in a few minutes in the water, I could not feel my ...