Riad Chbanate
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Groundhog bushcamping
... extra pages to be inserted into her passport, but the American embassy in Rabat does not do that - she had to apply to the American consulate in Casablanca. We drove all afternoon, and it started to rain heavily. We were on our way to Todra Gorge, but at Azrou had to stop as the road ahead was blocked by snow. We camped in sub-zero temperatures, and it rained heavily, with a strong, biting wind that night.
We put ...
Riding Camels along the beach
... would be there cheering you on.
After enjoying the relaxed feel that was Essauira we headed back towards our hotel. With one more stop along the way - Camel riding. We managed to talk them into cutting the length of the ride and the price before we took them up on the offer. It was the weirdest feeling when the camel stood up. They stand up with their back legs first so ...
Essaouira
After the drama of the night before it was quite nice to be leaving the city for a couple of days. We were to catch the bus to Essaouira, it is a beach side town about a 3 hour bus ride away. The only problem was we had purchased the tickets the night before and they were in my bag so we no longer had them. Hoping they would have some form of record of our purchase we headed along to the station to talk ...
Road to the Ocean, Essaouiera and El Jadida
... tried.
We Walked the ramparts - wall surrounding the city, climbed the turret of an old defensive fortress on the water, visited the fish and walked along the ocean before heading back to our Riad's rooftop terrace on the water for sunset, which was gorgeous albeit extremely windy!
Pretty great day considering we had a long car ride from Marrakech. Plan is 1 night in Essaouira. Before bed L and i bought bus tickets for the bus up to El Jadida (chill coastal city ...
'The windy city is mighty pretty'
... it was smiling, teeth and all! Sheep's trotters/feet were also lined up, ready for pot of many a Muslim lady and squarking chickens hung tied, upside down, as their new owners carried them homeward, ready to prepare Halal-style, for dinner.
The sights were a real attack on the senses: fat, big juicy oranges (the absolute best ever, the ones here in Morocco!) were being freshly squeezed into glasses, while hijab-attired ladies pointed to ...