Heavy rain overnight, but a cheery greeting from our guardian and a glass of mint tea. Delicious! The morning is bright and dry, so we decide to have a quick look around Essaouira. It is a fascinating place full of old alleyways and tiny shops selling everything imaginable. Jane is pointing to the herbal viagra display. The town has a laid-back image that attracted hippies in the 60’s and the likes of Jimi Hendrix and Cat Stevens.
Moving on, the road passes through hillsides of argan trees from which oil is produced, and there are many road-side vendors. Argan oil is used in cooking, like olive oil. We stop for lunch a few miles before the campsite, right by the Atlantic which you can see contains a seam of mud from the swollen rivers’ discharge of recent days. It’s sunny, and warming up nicely, and we arrive at the site, 15 miles north of Agadir, to be welcomed by some friends who we thought might be there but with whom we hadn’t made any definite arrangements.
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