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How 10Dh became 40Dh
We were walking through the Souq and came across a hair salon. I thought that I had negotiated a haircut for 10 D (about E1). He seemed to be doing such a good job that I decided to have my beard also trimmed, razor style.
On completion the priced seemed to have quadrupled. I was not unhappy, it was a great job and the cost was still only Euro4 or about $NZ6. I think he was late for prayers, I still had my ears and I was ...
... enjoy swallowing vast quantities of sea water against your will and having your head dashed repeatedly against the sandy ocean floor. Summer is hot, the waves are replaced by beach-bound families looking for ways to get their holidaying children out of their hair occasionally and Paris is too hot and muggy anyway so, you know, why not?
The main part of town sits just east off the highway right after the large valley running down to ...
... the hill we dallied somewhat in the bazaar sharing a zest to splash out a little, Anna on the traditional yellow Moroccan shoes and me on a long black Moroccan dress. I was also tempted to buy some barbary fig oil in the argan oil shop, this in response to the shops declaration that it would get rid of wrinkles (I hope so, though does anything?!).
Moving on there was Ian suddenley waving to us from a rooftop, ah, found at ...
... the antics of the local cats. The owner of the cafe, a cool guy from Essaouira, was doing his exercises on the beach. He had married a German lady and together they had set up this place along with a surfing enterprise. I knew this much because later Mohammed Gha, yet yanother local touting lad, enlightened me on the matter.
Anna and I strolled onwards, up onto the cliffs and past a curious upwards pointing rock formation which I nick-named ...
... 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 ...