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Published: October 5th 2010
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WARNING: GIN INTAKE MAY EFFECT THE CONTENT OF THIS BLOG!!
SECOND WARNING: AS WE DRANK MORE GIN WE TOOK TURNS AT WRITTING!!!
We set out again for our last day of driving but today we are recharged from our gorgeous resort and full of hope as we are heading towards the sea. This drive Rochelle manages to stay awake and takes on the role of DJ Rochelle, spinning the tunes for the Abdullah's times two, who continually ask for house music but really want Take 40 and Bryan Adams. Luckily R has a lot to choose from on her iPod - which turns out to be worth a small camel!
We round a bend and catch our a first glimpse of the coast line, we can feel our blood pressure dropping
as the sea breeze hits us….. all is good. Due to strict Moroccan regulations our guide is not permitted to enter the town with us to show us to our hotel, so instead he has to hire a man with a cart for our bags and we follow him, with Abdullah following us, to make sure we are safe. This of course lead to plenty of "help me
there's a strange man behind me " gags, not sure that Abdullah appreciated them!
So before we left the last hotel we were excited to be heading to the sea…. we realise as we read the lonely planet that Essaouira is called Africa's "windy city" and there is no chance of an ocean swim.
OMG there's shops, after four days of being in the desert the shopping frenzy hits us, and it was quite a frenzy as it seems I now have quite a few glass bottles ( and we're not in Venice) a letter opener (surprise Greg), some boxes (almost) and god knows what else! The best bit was that along the way we met a gorgeous girl who took us to the women's co-op that makes oils, yes bought some, and then took us to the bongo drum shop, yes we managed not to buy any but did think about it! Best bit was meeting the jolly green giant Berber who took a liking to meand arrived at every shop we went to help us buy things and invites us to dinner. Is that your belly made of jelly in your jellaba or are you just
pleased to see me……..personal space in Morocco is not always respected, with beautiful western women anyway!
We realise that the shops have distracted us and that we have not seen the beach . So off we trot down to the stinky fish market where we see very large sharks being hurled into iced trucks with seagulls swirling around my ears, yes I managed to stifle my screams but did hold on tightly to Rochelle's arm. Then we find the non-stinky fish market, calamari (that Rochelle has been longing for since Venice without success), a tuna head, huge crabs, sardines and lots of eels. A spice man makes friends with me and provides a free tooth pick bush for the rest of our trip, and some tea for the morning and an inviation for tea tomorrow, mmmm not sure I can make it.
We head off to dinner to what must be the only restaurant in Morocco that is booked out 24 hours in advance. So we do what all people would do book for tomorrow night and go to the next restaurant on the list. Another excellent dinner is had that ends with chocolate crepes and fresh fruit
and we head home to upload photos and write this blog…….complete with in room drinks service, thank you bartender Rochelle.
Love P
PS Greg hope this blog was funny enough, will try my best to make some mayhem today, so I have lots of material to work with. Love Pip
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Jolly Green Berber
Now thats funny .... looks awesome .... wish I was there ... miss you ... enjoy