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... as the waves battered the harbour walls, women bedecked in full dress, with headscarf and veil, sat chatting and holding plastic buckets, waiting for the fishermen to arrive. Normally, women would not be seen out in the early morning, and would certainly not be seen at the port - there is a stigma attached to women who visit the ports - they are rumoured to be women of loose morals who wait for the sailors. These women were wearing veils to disguise their faces and to ...
... pedestrians all the time. We watched a guy on rusty bike, with two carton boxes of baguettes, collide with another bike and go down.
Then, there is the fish market, where you can have your purchase cooked up to order. And the section where woodworkers have been practicing their craft for generations. They make some pretty impressive wood inlay work. For us, a picture will have to suffice. There are scores of tastefully ...
... the dishes back tomorrow, any time you want.
The beach in Essaouira is not so good for sunbathing or swimming, as the wind blows too hard. However, the harbor has been walled off in such a way that the waves get deflected at a right angle, at one end of the beach. So you have one set of waves coming straight in off the ocean, and another set of waves moving right to left across the beach. The result is a checkerboard pattern, something ...
... him with any English words he wants to learn
(Try explaining what 'actually' means and how to use it!!)
For those of you who like fish- the
harbour and fish market have an amazing selection of freshly caught
fish, and I hear that it is just the most delicious and amazing
taste. (Obviously they have not bought watermelon or nectarines from
their local market for a long time then!!)
So now I have painted a wonderful
picture of this highly ...
... me from sleeping oustide in their jurisdiction, because they were worried about my safety. They ordered Amsa to take me with him to the next city, Laayoune.
When I got in Amsa's car the second time, I thought the sleep-deprived African might kill me.
But, soon, we were laughing about how stupid the police were for ordering us to do things that didn't make sense. Ha ha!
Crack! Oops, what was ...