Riad Villa Damonte Essaouira

Nous voilą parti
pour Safi, route superbe en bord de cote. Arrive labas nous avons
rencontre un ami d Aziz qui nous a aide a vendre notre remorque,
apres des petits coeurs grilles. Les marocains sont dur en affaires
je vous passe les details mais ca vallait le coup d etre vecu. Nous
voilą parti pour Essaouira. Arrivee labas Nous avons pose le
Essaouira, Morocco quatrequart

Back at Marrakech airport we pick up our hire car and are 'upgraded' to a small rattley van. But its diesel, has airconditioning and is quite comfortable. Terry finds his way around the gears on the wrong side of the road and gets us out of the city to drive 3 hours to the coast. The road is boringly like north of Gawler: straight, dry, flat. We find our accommodation (nice), in Essaouira and walk 20 minutes along the beach front to the old town. The beach is full of people all of ...

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 ...

Sorry for the delay in keeping you up to date on our travels.  We haven't had much stable internet connection here in Africe so our post will be short and sweet. Here we are in Essouira, a fun beach city couple hours West of Marrakesh.  We stopped by on our way back up to Casablanca.  

... a cheap book to read. I did drop in some books at the book exchange but the main man wasn't there so I left them to go back later and see what deal he would do me. After all this shopping I made my way back to the hotel to drop it off before quickly finishing Jo's book so I could give it back to her... later I met both Jo and Sue so we could venture to our 3pm hammam session. We walked over to the ...

... cooked up a mean Tagine with Harira (soup), polished off with fresh bananas and strawberries. Ancient Phonecian ramparts lead to the port where fresh fish is unloaded, only to make it 50m into the hands of the vendors who cook your choice up over grills, served with fries of course! Turned into the Mellah (old Jewish quater, better known as the ghetto) to find ourselves amongst less salubrious folk....nothing ...

... the bus I would be riding in, which was a big, beautiful, clean, modern, airconditioned bus. I was told that it was a first class ticket, that the bus would be at the station at 8am for departure, and that it would stop shortly thereafter for a breakfast stop, and then it would take only 6 hours to reach rabat, as this bus would only make 3 stops along the way. This was an express bus. Sounds great, right? Well, the next morning I waited for my bus, and ...

... time to do anything about breakfast, which made the 3 hour bus ride a rather hungry one. The bus was rather an older version of tour buses in the states and europe-- dingier and more cramped. Andrew and I were the only stand out foreigners; everyone else looked pretty Moroccan. Before the bus left the station, and in fact, at any station where we stopped for several minutes, people would come on the bus, begging, or selling something. We drove past a village or ...

... to the locals... most of which were friendly except a few boys who decided to throw rocks at Maria and I whilst on our hill top drinking. The hilltribe is very basic but not as basic as the one in Sapa, Vietnam. We slept on cushions, 3 to a room. I shared with Thomas and Gary. For dinner we had a Tagine along with salad and fruit for dessert

... Wind**m**e.  Not a collection of the most wond**ful places in the world.  And it is c**tainly less than the sum of its parts. And despite this much great** European, touristy feel the English pap**s are two days old (as opposed to MarraK's one day). Sheesh ... at least it redeems itself by selling Cadbury's dairy milk (at highly inflated prices).  For a full** appraisal of Essaouira's qualities please ref** to our new signature. We have got an apartment for ...