Riad Kasbah Zineb
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... ramshackle streets what radiated away from the main square.
With time for a further look around the tiny shops in the medina, we were able to flex our retail muscles again. Unlike many other cities in many countries in the world, Essaouira has a laid-back charm that is both refreshing and intoxicating. As we lost ourselves in the maze of tiny alleyways, some small trinket or other would catch our eye and we would willingly step into the Aladdin's cave of treasures. ...
... to us before. Hamid has to show numerous documents, and then get out and randomly find the hammer, the first aid kit, the safety vest and the fire extinguisher that he's required to have in the car as a tour guide. He says the police love to try to intimidate people, they ask for bribes, and they hassle tour guides but not similar cars because they might be driven by government officials! Tour guide cars have a yellow sticker. He always gives them back plenty of talk but ...
... give a fine performance.
Soon it's time for lunch at a small cafe. Here we are treated to more street performances: the acrobats are back, a rendition of the Hovis advert tune on a fiddle, a troupe of drummers and finally a melody on a flute accompanied by a tambourine man.
After lunch I would like to swim but have developed a sore throat and heavy chest cold. In fact I have practically lost my voice. Today, as yesterday, the compromise has to be a paddle up ...
Belinda: No, no, no (we'd seen them advertised for 30dh)
Man: How much you pay?
Man laughs and walks away.
We had several conversations similar to this with different products or services people were wanting to sell. It seemed they pulled figures out of the air depending on how they felt or how naive you looked. Turns out ...
... I thought it was time to throw to towel in. Lying on my belly on the board, I caught a wave that carried me toward the coast and walked out of the waters to watch for the remainder of the time before we had to head back to the surf shop.
As I had mentioned before, the chilling breeze still present in the air did not provide much relief for my freezing body. I sat on my board, and my attempts at trying to remember a warmer, happier time ...