As we went to bed last
night it started to rain. However it didn't amount to much although
today as we headed north again there was evidence of quite heavy
showers. We had decided on a couple of days at Essaouira, mainly for
the huge beach for Jamie, but also to visit the town again and maybe
have lunch out.
So after breakfast and
servicing the van (no facilities at Essaouira) we took the pretty way
back to the main road, despite warnings from other Funsters that it
was “interesting”. But we enjoy a challenge and despite the slow
going the scenery as the road clung to the cliff edge was worth the
effort. At least the only truck we met was in the next village where
we had room to manoeuvre.
Camels at Insouane |
Then back onto the main
road for, this time, a more relaxing drive to Essaouira, and calling
at the Carrefour hypermarket for some bread – and inevitably a
basket full of other things “we needed”! Carrefour is also one of
the very few places you can buy alcohol in Morocco and even then it
is sold in a separate, closed off section, probably to avoid
offending the devout Muslims. Doesn't stop them buying it though! We
didn't indulge by the way, having no use for the stuff.........
Derek and June had
saved us a space on the guardian parking so we slotted in and had
lunch. Afterwards it was down onto the beach to let Jamie have a good
run after being tied up so long but unfortunately there were so many
distractions for a young puppy, like camels, ponies, kite surfers,
quad bikes and kids that we were reluctant to let him off the lead so
he had to content himself with running round in big circles. He still
doesn't like the sea though.
What's that Dad? |
So back to the van for
a (melted) ice-cream we got from Carrefour and a chat with another
Funster parked up further along. Then tea before a quiet evening
trying to get the blog published – we've got an excellent signal
but no doubt someone is streaming a video or something and our
internet connection is non-existent. But if you're reading this we've
been successful sometime, somewhere.
Who you lookin' at? |
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