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Do you want to buy
The guide does us proud again and another canpsite has been bulldozed. everyone hassles us for a bit and offers us crabs and oysters and continues to repeat that despite it being ok for campervans to park up we're not allowed. then arrives some other person and offers us his garden. we reckon this is the best option so figure we'll sleep there. It's a nice garden and has a table! the level of being sold stuff has stepped up ...
Surfing
The second day while in Qualidia, we went to a place called Surfland to find an instructor to teach us how to surf. I was sick the first day, but the next day I took a lesson and tried to surf. After a couple waves, I got really good and started to high-five my Dad when I was on the waves. I also could lay down on the surfboard and try other tricks. I wanted bigger waves even though ...
Alla makbar
... sending them off to Marrakech, I successfully
wasted the day again. Eating freshly caught and grilled fish, chatting
by the beach and online researching my next steps.
- Last night was rather cool. One of the surfer dudes, Otshin (not sure
how he spells it), fed me Tagine and tropical flavoured pop by candle
light at the beach. This might sound erroneously romantic or possibly
even stupid, but hear me out. He is a young local that is looking ...
Surf, Surf everywhere but not a wave to ride :(
... headland. This was in my opinion the most beautiful spot on our entire trip. The girl s headed up to internet to get some more info on the BA strike while I scoped out the options for surf near where we had parked . The waves were in the single - double over head range, that is the wave faces were between twice to three times my height. Super, problem was that no one else was out surfing and from what I could see there were sharp exposed and submerged jagged ...
Safi to Oualidia
... a dollar, so I did not care.
At the Karma, I found the service taxi to Oualidia and had to wait for three other passengers to join me and the other two passengers already waiting. Taxis here take six passengers, two in the (single) front seat and four in the (tripple) back seat. The beautiful young man who I shared the front seat with was enjoyable to squeeze in alongside. He spoke a tiny bit of English, and we had several attempts of conversation. ...


