Riad Lotus Marine Hotel 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 ...

... travel talk" and instead I learned of the following:<br><br>1. An amazing guy on Craig's list (?) who traded a red paper clip - via persistently "trading up" - for an entire HOUSE! (you can read all about it at his www.oneredpaperclip.com website).<br><br>2. Similarly on the "Twitter" front, incredible tales of a guy (a.k.a. "twitchhiker" who Twittered his way 'round the globe - soliciting plane, train and bus ticket ...

... it. I mean seriously, I&#8217;ve tried really hard to eat a prawn before and as soon as I get it in my mouth I&#8217;m gagging, no idea why, but I have actually given up trying. Of course I&#8217;ve no intention of stopping John getting the meal of his life, so I just figure I&#8217;ll get something later. Yassir gets the fish for us, Sardines, prawns, sole and some other fish that the name couldn&#8217;t be translated for &#8211; at an absolute bargain price and then we ...

... 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 ...

... seem to be male and young. The very few woman on the beach are either tourists or covered head to toe. First impression of Essaouira is that they like blue. All buildings are white with blue trim . The narrow alleys however are almost completely hidden under displays of funny pointy shoes, leather bags, pottery, colourful rugs and shawls and inlaid wooden things. Our 'no thankyou' in Arabic comes in handy again. Next day we walk to the port. This is a frantic hive of activity ...

... 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 ...

This morning we went to the post office to send some boxes of shopping goodies to Australia. The Moroccan postal service process was easy and was mostly completed by a worker sporting an 80's porn star style moustache at the office who seemed to have us jump a line up. Locals were waiting to be served. Next out of nowhere he produced a cardboard box sized to the exact measurements we needed and wrapped up our gear then had us fill in the paperwork, no passport ...

... priced Riad and live here. Interesting to contemplate and actually quite doable. We perused the real estate windows last night. I can see steam from the rotating wheels in her head. Essaouira is a beach town that is/was part of the hippie trail. It is all white and looks a bit like what I think portugal would look like but apparently it doesn't at all. Will write more when I've actually SEEN some of the town. Grump grump ouch.

... over the past week (they check licences and are looking for illegal immigrants) so didn't think much of it. The policeman got on our bus and proceeded to start asking everyone for their ID cards. This, of course, proceeded to take him 15 mins to get through the first quarter or so of the bus. We were near the back and you can imagine how happy we were to be delayed again!!! He got to some tourists 5 or so rows in front of us and got ...

Like every other Moroccan city, our trip to Essouira began by being hounded as soon as we stepped foot off the bus by people offering you accommodation. The two who came up to us first seemed to have a good deal on an apartment nearby so we decided to go with them to check it out. When we got there we had to wait a few minutes downstairs while something was done, then ...