Riad Mimouna Essaouira

Got up to another really tasty breakfast had a terrible nights sleep as some spanish girls that were staying in our Riad got up with the call to prayer at 5am and they were going off on a trip to the desert! You can go on a camel to the desert and stay overnight sleeping in a traditional tent and eating traditional food something that we would have done had we had more time.<br><br>We decided to go for a little walk around and try and buy ...

Ah Essaouira - a most idyllic seaside town along the Atlantic coast, about 3 hrs. southwest of Marrakech, and a fine spot to wind down after my many adventures across Morocco. (it's also a prime example of the Moroccans apparent fetish for vowels) ;)<br><br> Such a lovely time I've had here - more than 3 days to meander along the waterfront with nothing more pressing to do than sample freshly squeezed O.J. from a seaside ...

... 40 years I&#8217;m talking about, 40 years I tell you - of not eating fish and somehow it was washed away in an instant &#8211; no idea why, but I just pick it up and start eating it. Before I know it Yassir has then placed a sardine in front of me and I just start eating it &#8211; next a prawn and I honestly thought that would be where it ended, but no, I pick it up, shell it and down it goes!!! Before I know it I&#8217;m chomping away on all of it &#8211; several prawns ...

At 7 A.M. we already left the hotel to move north to the ancient port town Essaouira. It was a Pirate port and has a lot of history to tell and to show us.<br><br>The trip was much more dangerously now. The Serpentine is so scary, and the driver of the bus drives like a mad man, but of course, he's just very experienced, but sitting near the window made some people almost sick. The road took ...

Hoi! Om eens een lang rood lijntje op ons kaartje te krijgen, zijn we snel even naar Marokko gegaan. Na de megahit van Bensleg ft Hanzwol met het liedje 'Le Tiroir Dynamique' waren we verplicht om naar Marokko af te zakken. De tekst gaat immers over een dynamische schuif..iets wat in ...

Breakfast was surprisingly wonderful in my little hotel along the road, I got a very nice French Crepe, a thin crispy pancake, and a fruit salad. The bus to my next destination Essaouira left at 8 am but I didn't want to spoil the day with the sound of an alarm clock. I was sure there would be some other possibility to get there, and I was right. It was the time of some mutton-eating festival in ...

... word Taxxxxiiii! using Nadine's accent. Then we would say it louder back ans so on all the way to the bus terminal. A few taxi drivers got in our personal space and had a laugh with us by exchanging friendly banter. People unashamedly stare in your face in the street in Morocco, they really stare. They don't like their photographs being taken though and get angry if you are taking a picture of the scenery behind them. Others will jump in your photos and then ask ...

... on sale turned out to be as varied as in Marrakech, and the people less pushy. The sea breeze felt good and we were looking forward to walking the beach. Perhaps it was the fish soup. Certainly that was what Jen had the first night and she was the first to have gut issues, despite having been very careful really. But she was hit hard enough to miss the beach walk the next ...

bus, ferry, overnight train and bus later and kel and i are in essouera.... so far i love marroc.... but lord save us and our wallets from the smooth talking men.... will write more later when i get my head around these crazy keyboards.... or back in spain, whichever comes first

well well well i am back again, just wanted a cheap relaxing time before heading off to the uk so headed to the surfing and fishing town of essaouira where the likes of jimi hendrix, cat stevens and rolling stones have holidayed. guess it is relaxing in a moroccain kinda of way. there is always beautiful sunsets over the port , a decentish beach where the waves are small but the surf canaval is still on; camel rides ...