A SUPER secret place!!!

Trip Start Sep 16, 2006
Trip End Sep 16, 2007

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Monday, December 4, 2006

The road out of the walled in beach town of Essouira passes up and through a National Park high up on a plateau, which is covered in Argon tree orchards and thusly populated by those furry, tree climbing Argon goats.
The road was very heavily travelled by speeding busses and blue taxis chock full of people and stuff loaded atop, who were ruthless honkers and rude drivers at first... but by the end of the day the drivers had gained some sort of roadie respect for us after passing by us many times throughout the day.
The thunder clouds loomed heavily over us for the first part of the day but somehow with sunny luck on our side, they shifted direction and we were left to coast and climb the green rolling inland hills toward the cliff barren coast heading South.
Our goal of staying in a little hotel in the dusty town of Tamanara was dashed upon arrival, when we noticed that said hotel had been apparently adandoned for about a decade. In town, a large tour bus full of German bird watcher tourists had just stopped, giving them enough time to get out with binoculars and ogle birds while locals ogled them.
We rode on out of town hoping to get off the road by night fall.... riding into the setting sun off the main road, 15 km downhill toward the ocean, surfer village of Imsouane, which supposedly had a surfer youth hostel and... boy did it ever!!! It was AMAZING...
The route to the sea from so high above was a great little skinny dirt road hugging the cliffs and winding steeply down and down, as the setting sun streaked the sky bright red and orangey purple and the air was warm and salty.
We passed through a tiny village prior to arriving in Imsouane down below, where an over eager young man, a teacher, tried his best to persuade us to please please stay with him and his brother for the night. We; ofcourse; declined as best as we could in broken Arabic and French, and made a mental note to look up tactful ways to say: ummm; no thanks, that is not appropriate. Those Moroccan teacher men, they really love to invite ladies to stay with them and boy are they persistant.
The world's most incredible sunset heading down into Imsouane!
We arrived at dark, sweaty and tired, and were welcomed by the super hospitable folks working the hostel. Craving chocolate, we pigged out on chocolate bars and later, home made dinner was served in a sweet group dining room, with French and Spanish surfer types sitting by candlelight, and the resident goofy German shepard dog named Rocky, wandering around happily. We met an older French lady travelling alone around Africa, who chatted with us and told us she sold all her posessions in order to become a nomad since we all have to do something with our lives... and why not? The hostel was really really a sweet place: open, simple, colorful, friendly, not annoyingly touristy. A really cozy hidden secret off the road spot, and apparently the surfing was intense here to boot... the waves got so huge and dangerous that some days were not suitable for venturing out into the water. The people staying here were not here to party or be loud and make friends which is what most folks think of in a youth hostel, but they were all here to either be quiet and alone or surf and be outdoors. The hostel is surrounded by red clay canyons and cliffs, and the ocean.
If you ever want to hide out and be somewhere amazing-- this is the place! Auberge Tasra, Imsouane.
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abdellatif casablanca on

just came from Imsawan i really loved it its took me 1 day to get my tan back

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