Hotel Ryad Mogador Essaouira
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- Airport Transportation
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Tennis Court
- Multilingual staff
- Kids pool
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... haggling. Look what lovely new shoes Brendan has treated himself to! Had a yummy lunch at the fresh fish stalls on the street - chose what we wanted from the fresh/raw display and it got grilled out the back for us, it was the charcoal smoke that lured us here..so so good..sardines, sole shrimp squid and octopus! Had to walk off the lunch so wandered the port and ramparts (town walls) - many photo opportunities from these old battlements - ...
... to get them cleaned and gutted. (This is the only area of the sea port that smells) Next stop to the the markets to buy our salad ingredients and some fresh strawberries. We then ventured further into the markets to a small cafe, full of men, we squashed into a table as Abdou handed over our purchases ... 10 mins later we were dining on freshly made salad, fresh rolls, amazing charcoal grilled fish and octupus and drinking ...
... only 3 hours, even with a brief stop. Dave enjoyed leaving the driving to someone else and was bagging zzzzz's before we left the station.
Pascall and Ani, the French owners of the Riad, were waiting at the bus when we arrived in Essaouira. . We let porters take our packs in a hand cart. The owners spoke French, but we managed to communicate. It was 8 pm and still light out. ...
... from his flock that Rashid pointed to, weighed it in a basket, then held it up by its feet, most of the girls sensed what was happening now and ventured further away. The chicken man then slit its throat with a rather large knife, its neck spat out blood as its face looked shocked at its rather quick dismissal. he then put it upside down into a kind of metal funnel as its blood spurted out into the collecting tray below. The chickens legs kicked uselessly against the metal sides as ...
... good seafood before Simo & I went in search of some local music. All we found was blues sung by a white American - not bad but not what we were seeking....returned to the hotel to find some of Simo's mates drinking whisky, smoking a hookah and listening to"Bodhaba'' music on their laptop (= late night smoking & drinking music, I was told). Invited to join in & did so for a while....
Morning walk with the Captain ...