La maison des artistes Essaouira

Got up to another really tasty breakfast had a terrible nights sleep as some spanish girls that were staying in our Riad got up with the call to prayer at 5am and they were going off on a trip to the desert! You can go on a camel to the desert and stay overnight sleeping in a traditional tent and eating traditional food something that we would have done had we had more time.<br><br>We decided to go for a little walk around and try and buy ...

... nuances of the U.S. military's fleet of 27+ satellites (a.k.a. Global Positioning System) that gratuitously allows folks all over the World to happily seek Tupperware in the woods (i.e. geocaching) - or in this case, the dry wasteland of the nearby sand dunes. Indeed, as I repeatedly shouted "Faites-moi confiance - SURPRISE!", he clearly thought I was nuts. Nonetheless (for 150 Dh) he prudently kept mum and dutifully ...

... 40 years I&#8217;m talking about, 40 years I tell you - of not eating fish and somehow it was washed away in an instant &#8211; no idea why, but I just pick it up and start eating it. Before I know it Yassir has then placed a sardine in front of me and I just start eating it &#8211; next a prawn and I honestly thought that would be where it ended, but no, I pick it up, shell it and down it goes!!! Before I know it I&#8217;m chomping away on all of it &#8211; several prawns ...

At 7 A.M. we already left the hotel to move north to the ancient port town Essaouira. It was a Pirate port and has a lot of history to tell and to show us.<br><br>The trip was much more dangerously now. The Serpentine is so scary, and the driver of the bus drives like a mad man, but of course, he's just very experienced, but sitting near the window made some people almost sick. The road took ...

... br>the family or couple on vacation. Offering a host of amenties, including wifi, DVD players, spa<br>and massage services, a restaurant and club style bar, and a roof top pool that gives you<br>access to a view of the city you couldn't find elsewhere. Take a stroll through the narrow streets<br>of the medina and visit the many soukses (market places) that fill every corner of them.<br>Hear the ...

Breakfast was surprisingly wonderful in my little hotel along the road, I got a very nice French Crepe, a thin crispy pancake, and a fruit salad. The bus to my next destination Essaouira left at 8 am but I didn't want to spoil the day with the sound of an alarm clock. I was sure there would be some other possibility to get there, and I was right. It was the time of some mutton-eating festival in ...

... at around 6.30pm. Wandered down to Place Jamaa el Fna which is a large square that has food stalls and entertainers like musicians and fortune tellers. The initial sight of all the food stalls lit up, mixed with the sight and smell of the smoke from the food cooking, and the sheer number of people milling around was absolutely mind blowing. Will take a picture tomorrow night - when I'm not standing and gaping :)

... entertaining myself with Arabic classes. I had the first one today. Four hours of Moroccan Arabic in one day, an intense load by any reckoning. It's a fascinating language, though. There's no conjugation of "to be" in the present tense, which really blows my mind. There are rules, of course, and it all seems fairly regular at this point. But I know that I'm only scratching the surface. What have I been doing other than ...

... I figure they have been either fed or strangled! Not that I particularly care - I just hope that tomorrow Pierpaolo will be back on form as I don't know what to do if he gets any worse, and I want him to enjoy this part of the 2 wheeled adventure. >>>> Wake up early to a chill in the air and the roar of 3 tiny cats meowing through what sounds to be a Led Zeppelinisque stack of Marshall Amps, so I guess they survived at the hands of Oubana last night after all. I have the Joni ...

... thing in the morning, we jumped into another taxi and we went to Agadir, only to jump into another taxi as we were going to Essaouira. Essaouira being an important town on the hippie trail as Jimi Hendrix had stayed here and it was the premier place to surf. Not that I was going to do any, it was way to cold and there were no waves to report about anyway, so we walked the souq and ended up buying a load of wooden goods. The place was nice, but a ...