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... dishes like cous cous and tagine. We got to try Moroccan donuts, which have no sugar in them and are served with a strip of palm frawn tied through the holes so you don't have to hold the fresh pastry. We discovered that Essaouira is a great place to be a cat, and it is full of them! Cats wander through restaurants and the open air market looking for food scraps, but they're happy with a scratch behind the ear too. On one of the days, we walked along the ...
... his ass, its all good :)
After that drink i met up with a guy i had met in the desert and we went to sit on a beach under the full moon and have a whisky. It was a really cool night.
The next day I went back to the market to find Hafid and we had another tea then had a nice lunch at a great local BBQ joint. It was such a nice day!
From Essa I was headed to Marakech to catch the train north. Medhi dropped me in main square and ...
... was keeping an eye on his dad, stopping him from making any nonsence, getting tough with him.
Ceri then turned up very sour faced, the one she has when she has some grudge and is close to attacking someone... scary.
I knew this house needed a big dose of happiness and so with the help of Rosina I introduced the clapping game that Eton biy Henry had once taught us. Successfully we got everyone laughing and happy, Ceri too, al marvelling at our almost ...
Today was a really good day. I got up early and after breakfast, I went to play a bit of beach tennis in the camp ground and then use the reception wall in order to get the old bones going!
At 121 o'clock, we headed off to the bus stop. Half an hour came and went and no bus came. And then the taxi collectif which took us in relative discomfort (or at least my right shoulder thought so) to ...
... opposite, along with some milk.
I was grateful to have had the milk and a sugar-free yoghurt later, as the amount of grease soaked up by the pizza during cooking would have filled an oil barrel! I felt as if I was carrying a vat of it round in my stomach for the next few hours, as we walked around the Place Moulay Hassan, Place Orson Welles (can you believed they named a place after him, simply because he was filmed here in the ...