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Travel Blogs from Mirleft
...like being in a postcard
for quite a while I thought I was lost somewhere in a picture book about natural wonders. so unbelievably beautiful, quiet and peaceful landscapes i am allowed to pass through. a continuous feast for my beloved eyes.
but not only my eyes feel like they're in heaven, my other senses enjoy the fresh air, the clear spring waters and the all encompassing silence of morocco's mountains and deserts.
last but by ...
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
... I took a whole bunch of photos. Shaun, who likes silence to invent things in his mind while driving, eventually snapped at my radio seeking through fuzzy stations playing everything from Celine Dion to what can only be described as 'drum circle with castinettes', and happily invited me to listen to my music with headphones. We drove through Smimou, Tamri, Taghazout, Agadir, Tifnite, Sidi Bibbi, ...