Riad Zahra Mogador
Travel Blogs from Essaouira
... like 10 minutes... I was absolutely lost in this experience. After the set ended, the DJ started and everybody... And I mean every single person in this quaint little bar started dancing. The small dance floor was busy with people of all ages and ethnicities - amazing how dancing is a universal language that can connect us. By the end of the night, most of us had shed our extra jackets (it's quite cold at night in Morocco right now) and had worked up a ...
... Ian would not. OK, a discussion for later...right now it's time for lunch.
We choose a pavement cafe for a light lunch. Here we are treated to all kinds of entertainment for a few dirhams a time. The acrobats are the best. We decide to chance the icecream...it looks (and tastes) delicious: cherry and pistachio for me, coffee and peach for Ian. Yum.
We return to our guest house to find that we have indeed been upgraded. There is a penalty to pay however, ...
... and gawking seagulls.
Every sunset we would take a walk down the board walk, holding hands, sometimes people watching or watching the kids playing soccer. There were few people swimming; apparently Moroccans considered October seawater to be too cold. Sasha went to swim once but he did not go very far. The water was frigid and cold. Sometimes, the strong winds would make it possible to stand in the water or ...
... Boulevard Mohamed V to the fishing port and Skala du Port with it's canons, citadels and Bab El Minzha (Mersa) which we take to get to the square with the cafe recommended for coffee. Then it's through some Medina streets and Bab Akoutam and onto Bastion Nord and Scala De Ville (Scala De Kasbah) with it's 19 Spanish, Portuguese and Dutch canons. After photo ops here we head down to the Medina, through the souks and to a Silver and a Wood ...
... to travel in such style.
We took the N8,
heading for Essaouira. Once again,
an excellent road and a fascinating journey. We passed through very arid countryside before descending to
the greener coast, driving through one or two busy towns en route.
Essaouira, the first campsite was full so we continued to the next one down the
coast where we were lucky enough ...