Coast road to Safi

Sadly, though we would have enjoyed a few days in one place, by the sea, the wind has been too strong and forced us indoors. We made the decision to take the coastal route to Safi, along a narrow and somewhat bone-shaking minor road. Nevertheless it was a good choice. We drove through Aleppo pine forests for a few kilometres before emerging to breath-taking views of a rugged, wave-lashed coastline.
This region seemed wealthier than others in Morocco. The houses were new, large and quite grand compared to the properties further east. They have plenty of land , enclosed within their own walls , which retains the theme of a kasbah and the gardens are landscaped with evergreen trees and colourful plants.
This coastal road gave us glimpses of sheer-faced cliffs, caves, headlands and inaccessible beaches, which stretched for miles, and as yet have not been defaced by tourism
We stopped at a small resort town called Souria whose roads were wide enough for Delfin to take us to the "plage". We explored the beach and paddled ( the water is far too cold to contemplate getting wet ). We found huge crab claws and lots of attractive shells. The sand from the winter storms had completely buried the promenade so one imagines that they have a sand version of a snow plough to remove it all!
We are now at the municipal site at Safi. If one was prone to sea sickness then the buffeting and rocking of the motorhome would surely have you rushing for the bucket.
Safi is the phosphate centre of the universe and has the heaviest concentration of industry that we have seen anywhere. Once we had left the ugliness of tanks,towers and purple slime behind, a rather European city came into focus, so we found a Marjane , that's a Moroccan Tesco, did a shop and drove here.
This is the site where peacocks are allowed to roam freely amongst us. At the moment, two are enjoying a snack of dead flies from Delfin's radiator grill and another has almost had its head in the van. Their beautiful tails are a hindrance in the wind, as they are pulled sideways. Does nothing for the male ego to be wooing the missus, then to find that you are sprawled in the dirt, with your tail, literally between your legs!!

Here's lookin' at you kid. Bon Nuit