Riad Casa Lila Essaouira

... man after his bath with the locals. Apparently you go into a big room and they put local soap all over him and scub he said that a layer of skin came off and then they put big buckets of hot water all over him to make him clean. As I could not go Mohammad brought me back some local clay that you mix with water and put on your hair to make it really clean and nice so will have a girly night when we get home and we can try it out.<br><br ...

... to mention food and lodging) donations from Twitter followers!<br><br>3. And most interesting of all - the lad from northern England turned out to be a professional engineer-turned-artist knee-deep in designing elaborate and intricate "crop circles" (apparently a multitude of UFO origin yearnings to the contrary, all such crop circles are a hoax.)<br><br>Ah traveling - ever reliably chock full of serendipity!<br><br><br><br><br><br>

... it. This riad was my least favourite of all, it really needed some TLC, it was quite run down. The owner recommends a nearby restaurant and then gets offended when Alex asked if it was run by a friend or family &#8211; she meant no harm, she was just interested, maybe he was in a bad mood, I don&#8217;t know, but he says no I am taking you there because the food is good &#8211; however when we get there he walks straight past everyone and shows us to a table, so we thought he ...

... its not as hot, not as bustling, and much, much more relaxed. It&#8217;s fantastic in its own way, but not the assault you get on the senses from Marrakech. There are not very many 'sights&#8217; to see as such here &#8211; but to be honest we don&#8217;t need them &#8211; the experiences of meeting Alex&#8217;s friends and spending time getting to know them and learning a bit about the Moroccan way could never ever be replaced &#8211; absolutely priceless.

... covered with goats eating it. So strange show=) Look it;)<br><br>We had a lot of day free ahead of us so after a little dinner at the hotel I decided to go to our former hotel, Agadir Beach Club with newly found friends=) We sat here listening by beautiful singer, she was performing great, known by everyone, oldies songs, I talked with some french pair sitting next to us=) And when she was ...

... the middle ages and no cars or motorcycles are allowed in the medina. Even if you have a shop or move into a house, there is no exception, so everything gets transported by wheelcarts. It is a friendly city where you can peacefully stroll through the streets without constantly being hassled by vendors. I checked into Riad Baladin, a wonderfully restored old house with a central courtyard and ...

... so we feel we will be eating well (and cheaply) here for the next few days.PS: An interesting sub-note on the cost of transport. For our trip between Berlin and Frankfurt (on the train) we spent $255 euro (about $500 Australian) to cover about 700km. For our trip between Marrakech and Essouria, a distance of 180km we spent 13 euro. It seems that the richer the nation, the more expensive the public transport is. Strange, you would kind of expect it to be the other way around.

I had a very different experience of Morocco today, or maybe I should say Moroccan men. I have spent very little time alone on this trip, but today Dad and I went our own way. I started by wandering the streets and attempting to do a bit of shopping. As usual men would call, trying to get my attention to go into their shop, I'd just politely acknowledge them and continue walking. This was fine when I was with Dad, but when I was alone, I found it a lot ...

... of the day's catch of fresh seafood. They display all of the fish, lobster, and crab out for people to pick their own fish they want to eat. To no surprise, this turned out to be a food microbiologist's nightmare. The fish werent on ice, flies were all over them, and there was a stench that wasnt too pleasant. We both passed on this place and chose to eat pizza instead (even though it wasnt on ice). We finished up the night with ...

... new in it for me. Riding through the Arizona type landscape, and overheating is becoming a problem. Not for the bikes but for us - its 38 degrees today and until we get to the coast, there is no cooling breeze around to provide respite. So I come to patent my new motorcyle air conditioning technique. With the pants, jacket, gloves and helmet all on, this getup can get damn hot. But if I open the jacket zip and sleeves a bit, then I can start to get a bit of airflow happening ...