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... at low tide you can walk from one end of the beach to the other. And back! If you get lost just follow your tracks in the sand or slowly turn 180 degrees and aim for the opposite end to the one you are currently occupying.
Lying on the Beach in Very Little Clothing
Morocco is a Muslim country sooo that's not really on around here.
Fishermen on the Cliffs
The very portrait of serenity as they sit stock still on the loose rocks ...
... Rosina, aiming to help me walk better, fashioned a makeshift shoe for me out of a plastic bag. How strange that must have looked to the locals, me in my new black Moroccan dress with a plastic bag around one of my feet.
Luckily Anna who had rushed off ahead came to find me with my plimsols from the house. The evening was now on its way, and as we crossed the watseland there were ladies dotted about sitting with their children, enjoying ...
... it down on the ground. Oh no, I just had to come to the rescue.
'Is this your puppy?' No answer. 'How would you like it if it was you being treated in such a way?' One of the boys had stopped in surprise, but the other carried on with his sadistic amusement. The puppy was a little mangey, and I could not guess what country the boys were from.
I carried on, 'Where are your parents?' and 'I want to speak to your father?' I took photos next, ...
... tenants for his mother.
Unbeknown to us at that point, Anna had arrived at around the same, just time slightly further on; And as it turned out both wanted to share a place with me and not with each other. A bit tricky that.
Ian returned, keen to seal the deal on the apartment he'd just seen, and he had no interest in checking out the other one on offer.
But I thought it wiser to see both, so after observing Rachids offering (fine but on the main road) I ...
... by Ann's luxury coach and watched it as it trundled on hilly roads off into the distance.
The scenery was so beautiful (we had come this way before but in the dark), with argan trees in lush green meadows, offering shade (if there was but any sun), shepherds herding sheep and goats, some of those goats climbing up into the trees.
Then came the rolling hills and a great vista of the sea, which we stopped to admire, an eyeful of huge crashing waves ...