Today out of bed early, breakfast is fixed at seven in the morning. At eight o'clock a taxi waiting for us to take us to Essaouira. It 'was the lady of the riad to call at my request the night before, then I've hired over the phone number. From 1400 dhm required initially, I was able to descend to 1000 dhm ... maybe you could do better, but the real contract the family was on strike and I left the potato, I suspect because he did not want to negotiate in English on the phone. Or English, or nada de nada!
I do not know why, but I expected a taxi as those of Cuba, those machines that you pray that we make it to get to the bottom. It was not so much a case air bay, looking at a color "Dune" who flock to Marrakech.
Instead, when the nice lady in the taxi takes us to the riad (for me, for fear that we steal the wrong taxi, anything is possible!) We are faced with quite a minivan for 6 guests spacious and almost new.
The road to Essaouira is two hours high, but in a taxi, and along the road not miss the encounter with the so famous goats marocchine.Le our climb is for truth were put up on purpose because we Moroccans from photographs to give them some change ... will be worth the same??
Our taxi driver left us at the port of Essaouira, we agree that the four will come to take for the return journey. We very nearly an hour more we want to stop, but he inis that being so 'exposed to the ocean is still cold March afternoon, when the sun loses some' strong .. maybe insists only because he wants to go home before, I object to me with the other usual malfidente, but in fact, even now that they are ten in the morning, the wind blows the heat of mica male.Abituati Marrakech yesterday, there are harnessed in our sweatshirts all morning.
spent the morning running in the medina of Essaouira and its souks, it is a truly fascinating city.
the greater will be the building blocks for light or lighter, but it seems less oppressive in the medina of Marrakech even though I admit, although I'm not beautiful like the other charms.
When we arrive at the port, where there is the long beach, a strong wind blowing but the show is still wonderful. The beach is full of brave swimmers, and many do even the bathroom ... and they are all Moroccans, not Swedish as I expected.
I can not resist the temptation to roll up his jeans to his knees and put your feet in water. It is not inviting for a swim, but I expected much colder. And it is spotless.
walk along the beach looking for a place that inspires us to eat at the end we opt for the kiosk at the Sofitel Hotel, which is restaurant service for non-guests of the hotel. The place seems very elegant and pretentious, but the prices are very reasonable.
While my companions opted for the fried fish I order a plate of grilled sardines, whose scent is torturing me by at least almost an hour throughout the city. For 55 dhm
I get a dish with sardines in seven or eight that make me happy. They are delicious, the free ride was quite delighted me while my fellow travelers that I also photographed the corpses left behind (and you do not see why ... what the hell, a bit 'of dignity is required!).
After we ate the wind is a bit '... so calm, so' we tell us why we die by the time of a siesta on the sand! Get out the salviettoni and we lie on his back under the sun, we also wake up an hour for fear of sleep .. but no one was sleeping, all have sworn never to sleep. Finally, we wake up with all the alarm and the sand up to his ears, but particularly in his ears .... Last
puccia with their feet in the ocean and then back to the harbor to visit the fortress with its cannons.
I mostly affects the view of Essaouira that is enjoyed from above, with the many seagulls that are passing quickly over our heads. It 'a great show!
Our tour ends in the lovely town with a mint tea in an ice cream shop near the port operated by an Italian who is disappointed that we do not want to see for myself when it's good his ice cream that she imports from Italy on purpose. But we can make ice cream when we want, the only tea here ... There
the compound and we personally serve him while we chat and ironically remains one of the best mint tea ever drunk in Morocco.
It 's almost time to go and our guide was right: the air is becoming more so chilly that even with sweatshirts and sweaters around the twelve cold while we were unable to live without problems in T-shirt.
arrive in Marrakech in time for a trip to the streets to get something to eat before returning to the riad.
This time we decided not to ensnare us by anyone, or at least we try. We turn around at the stands outside, looking for something that inspires us but the managers have the eye long run towards us ... anyway! At the end we see a stall that inspires us, that broil the sausages that give off a smell delicious. We do not think the pig, given the number of Moroccans who is in line to sit down or take a sandwich to take away the fly, but you never know, then who cares if they are of a dromedary, have a look ... from the good we get in line. We feel a little guilty when the managers as soon as we see it, dislodge a Moroccan family that was linger, even though they had finished eating .. just a little guilty though, as the family does not seem to take essersela indeed, there is a big grin when he gets up.
eat our sausages in spending the four fabulous figure of 74 dhm and we go to take a shower and then to bed ... busy day after suspected that smell like goats climb is now!
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