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Published: March 12th 2008
The wind sounded entirely uninviting and too fierce to entice us out of bed. We willed ourselves to believe that if we stayed in bed long enough, the wind would disappear. The wind didn't disappear but the day was, so we did eventually get up. Whilst I got ready, Rob nipped out to see if the lady selling crepes was there, but she wasn't. Instead we had breakfast at our hotel which wasn't fantastic but at least it put food in our tummies.
The beach was deserted with not even a fisherman in sight. We both thought this strange because although the wind was strong, this enhanced the ferocity of the crashing waves. We climbed up onto the rocks which had the biggest splashes and we both watched for ages. Rob tried to catch some of the crashes on video but all the best ones happened when he wasn't filming; typical.
As we continued along the sea front we began to realise why there was a great lack of people. The wind was immense and in some places we had to move away from the edge for fear of being blown in. We wandered along for a little bit
and then saw another rocky ledge with waves crashing over and climbed up to watch for a while. Where the rocks gave way to beaches we walked along the edge of the water hoping to avoid the sand that was blasting us when the wind blew. The crashing waves caused huge collections of foam to gather on the beaches which then flew at us when a strong gust of wind loosened them. If you didn't jump over it, then it splatted all over your feet. Needless to say with our somewhat childish manner, we turned this into a game that lasted a good while.
We found a little rock cave where tides caused water to flood in from the bottom and fill up. We found some rocks to sit on just above the level the water rose to. Rob decided to take a timer picture and with comic timing, when he pressed the start button a large wave flooded in and came alarmingly close to us. After that we moved a little higher up.
We continued a little further up the coast but Rob was distracted by a tiny sheltered area which he swiftly plonked himself down in.
We sat there for a while, playing in the sand and generally enjoying the lack of wind. A guy appeared from nowhere, introduced himself and sat down beside us. We were shocked enough by his appearance but even more shocked to find that he wasn't selling anything and just wanted to chat. He was a fisherman but he had decided that it was too windy to fish and instead came over to chat. He couldn't really speak English so once we had been through our entire repertoire of Arabic and French we resorted to nodding and saying yes occasionally until he left.
As soon as we left our sheltered cubby hole, we realised that the wind had gotten stronger and thus making it difficult to walk further on. We turned around and began walking towards the hotel. We couldn't hear a thing over the sound of the wind howling around us which is probably good as it drowned out my yelps when a particularly vicious gust whipped us with sand. It was hard work walking back, however that didn't stop us from stopping to jump over foam in a particularly foamy stretch of beach. We were trying to walk
as close to the sea as possible with the belief that only dry sand can be blown by the wind. Unfortunately the waves were coming in stronger due to the wind, so occasionally we had to dive out of the way and the slower of the two of us managed to get caught.
Back in the relative calm of the main bay or lagoon, we decided that we still had an hour till sun set. Seeing that my feet were already wet I paddled Across a narrow channel to get to a previously unreachable stretch of rock pools and rocks.(Rob jumped across using non existent stones) we climbed up to watch the waves crashing in, but the wind had changed direction and so it was pretty unspectacular. Instead we walked amongst the rock pools and aided water movement with the aid of carefully constructed water channels.
Back in the village our original intention was too get warm but the alluring smell of crepes was drifting our way. We succumbed and bought both sweet and savoury. The savoury ones aren't as common but we do keep smelling them and they smell good. This one had lots of onions and
then different spices which was immensely satisfying.
After cleaning up and drying off, we turned our thoughts to an evening meal. We weren't ravenous because of the crepes but we needed some sensible food. We found a Moroccan style café and told him in Arabic that I don't eat meat. He said "tagine legume" and I sat down believing that was what I was getting. He placed it in front of us and it consisted of potato and meat; I pointed this out to him and he kept on just pointing at the potato. We left pretty quickly in the hope of finding somewhere else but we had no such luck. Instead we bought some cheap items from a little shop and took those back to the hotel with us. It was too early to think about going to bed so we lifted out the Monopoly set and had another long tedious game.
We are now sitting in bed and planning our next Moves for tomorrow. We are relying heavily on the hope that someone other than us wants to go to Safi. Night Night. Stob
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