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Our last stop on our trip and up there with the best towns. Essaouira was a lovely seaside town with most of the building painted white with ancient sea walls and an old but bustling port. We spent an evening on the sat the sea walls watching the sunset and the rest in an amazing cafe that looked out to sea where we could watch it with tea and pastry. The days where filled with wandering around the the town which had a lovely medina or strolling along the beach nearby. ...
My conscious mantra this past day was to try and 'be' in every moment. To live for now and stop planning or thinking about later. Traveling is not really about the scenery, or the food, or the music but it's about how those tangibles make you think and feel. What does being alone in a foreign country really teach you about yourself, your strengths, weaknesses, values and vulnerabilities?
My lesson to learn in Morocco is accept that ...
... Ian would not. OK, a discussion for later...right now it's time for lunch.
We choose a pavement cafe for a light lunch. Here we are treated to all kinds of entertainment for a few dirhams a time. The acrobats are the best. We decide to chance the icecream...it looks (and tastes) delicious: cherry and pistachio for me, coffee and peach for Ian. Yum.
We return to our guest house to find that we have indeed been upgraded. There is a penalty to pay however, ...
... which could have easily fitted 6 people.
When we woke up in the morning we had a set breakfast of orange juice hot chocolate croissants yoghurt and coffee and went into town when we came back we played with the tortoises.
Most of the time I had a sore stomach wich was quite annoying so I couldn't eat much food like crépes and ice ...
... stretch of trmac between the two cities. And daydream of daydreams, a dual carriageway, seperated by a median strip of dirt. Sheer bliss to be coasting at 100km/hr again, straight and true. Most of the towns are small and gone before you've really set eyes on them.