Well here i am in good old essouria on the ...
Trip Start Jun 01, 2002
74Trip End Sep 11, 2007
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So after a 3 hour bus ride with the locals and using local transport. Local Transport is an old prison bus that has not had any new parts internally or externally since the dinosours. Have to admit the old Arabic tunes are not too bad to listen too - even though I had no idea what he was singing about on the radio.
Into Essouria during the day and you are not going to beleive but there is rain, now looking at my trustee guide does it talk about rain - nooo - hmm I think a refund is in order. Anyway the guys I am with figure we better do what the Morrocons do at the beach and is to sit in a cafe drinking lattes and watch the world go by. 345 lattes later and no chance of sleeping for 2 years we head out for dinner -Morrocan food rocks.
The next day and the the sun is shining like it has not before. Head down to the port to have a look at the fish market and take in the incredible smells of fish, sweat, sea and something I could not work out. Then off to the beach. Now you have to picture this that I am one of little minority of white people walking around and I may as well have TOURIST tattooed on my forehead to prove it. So as I walk along the esplanade amazed that so many people can squeeze onto one beach, two young ladies pass me and smile courtesly. Now in the past a smile back to anyone in Morrocco means that they have permission to bug the hell out of you to purchase soemthing that I do not want or it is an open invitation to beg for money, for the next 2 km. But today being a glorious day I give back a shy smile in return. Now, the Australian womanhood should take notice of the next chain of events because there is none of this 'why dont men approach me business'.
One of the young ladies abandons her friends and approaches me hand extended and in what I could work out was French introduces herself and smiles from ear to ear. Dumbstruck by her 'Not very shy' factor I shake her hand and in my very best French accent say 'G'Day'............ I quickly follow this stupid response with do you speak English, me from Australia. After about 4.5 seconds of french Vs English chit chat she about turns on her French heel and catches up with her friend. This is another prine exanple of why Lonely Planet should warn travellers coming to Morrocco and not being able to speak French....
Ok stop lqughing now.........Heading back to Marekesh tomorrow as I have caught up with the English couple and we are going to head towards the Atlas Mountains to see Oquazi Falls (I think) and some natural bridge. So another adventure begins and it begins with another 3 hour bus ride. But believe me I think I will be back to Essouria to kick back on the beach or sit in a seaview cafe and practise my crap French....
Until next time -cheers
Note: Just wanted to thank the people that have emailed me about my journal I am writing this thinking that most likely no one is reading it at........