Caverne D'Ali Baba
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... past us, their horns blaring, competitors standing on the pick-up, holding into ropes like modern day charioteers, flags waving aloft in the sky declaring their nationalities. This was the culmination for them of a ten day race through Southern Morocco, and they intended to make their exaltation known!
Our guide led us past the huge expanse of beach, waves thundering onto the shore, and down to the port, where the pungent scent of the fresh catch of the day greeted ...
... they were still big enough to make us glad there was a large stone wall in the way.
For the most part we did our own cooking in Essaouira. There was a bakery a few twists and turns away from the house, and Elias would go out in the morning with a few dirhams and come back with fresh loaves of hot bread, which we would eat with eggs, butter, and tea for breakfast. There is a main street in the medina, which has vegetables, fruit, meat, ...
... rate is as follows- - £1 =13 dihrams (all conversions
below are done by Charly)
We bought 6kg watermelon for 18 dihram,
so approx £1.36! (we were quoted 25 dihrams nearer the touristy
area...but it is still cheap)
10 peaches/nectarines and 3 apricots
for 15 dihram
5 plums for 6 dihram (around 45p)
Bread is 1-2 dihram (and it is yummy)
Dates...there are so many different
types here, but I got the small goey ones for 30 dihram for ...
... br> Drums like garbage can lids and sweetly ringing guitar strings were struck with wooden batons and plucked, only barely, sporadically but quickly enough to keep me rocking.
A woman named Fatou Gueye sang with a goofy childish voice. Similar voices contributed, creating a chorus like the Muppet Babies. Sweet coconut percussion and twinkling shell guitar chimed in. I felt amazing.
Amsa dropped me ...
... shutters created a vivid backdrop behind the men sitting in the doorways watching life flow by and the little boys in the street playing soccer. It was a quiet life and a content life far separated from the chaos of Marrakech and it seemed even a completely different world away from the main street of Essaouira's medina.
Having thoroughly explored the backstreets and alleyways of the Medina, I grabbed a kilo of clementines and headed to a little cafe ...