" We are being Moroccan ", comes the cry, when we find ourselves walking in the middle of the road, causing traffic to slow down, swerve, hoot or for the drivers to be creative with their hand gestures.It seems to be occurring more frequently, the longer we absorb ourselves in this marvellous culture.
As arranged, Hassan arrived with his small boat, along with two Americans, two Swiss and double the price, but we did have double the time on the water!!
We chugged up and down the many channels and inlets; saw giant pink flamingoes, different varieties of terns and plovers, curlews, egrets,
kestrels, slender billed gulls ( rare and ringed): there were men collecting clams to eat and lug worms for bait.: fish flew alongside the boat as crabs below the surface tried to nibble them.
We were taken right to the breach in the reef and faced the Atlantic breakers. The fishermen lost one of their own and two boats in a storm this past winter.
However there was considerable excitement, as several vessels raced each other through this gap to bring their catch ashore.
It was off-loaded and gutted there on the beach as the local population and restaurant owners vied for the best price.
Later this afternoon after some time in the sun, unsurprisingly after our morning venture, we went in search of a fish dinner.
A rustic and very Moroccan restaurant was our choice and there we indulged ourselves on a loaf of flat bread, a plate of finely chopped salad, a plate of fries and four fish and that was a meal for one!! So glad we did the pensioner thing of having a meal between us.
Evening now, the sheep have visited, "Squeak Box", the pregnant cat, has dropped by for milk, the French are playing a noisy game of boules
and Tom and Lynne, who have stalked us since Essaouira, have just arrived in Daffy, their yellow panel van conversion.
So it's goodnight from us and goodnight from them.
As arranged, Hassan arrived with his small boat, along with two Americans, two Swiss and double the price, but we did have double the time on the water!!
kestrels, slender billed gulls ( rare and ringed): there were men collecting clams to eat and lug worms for bait.: fish flew alongside the boat as crabs below the surface tried to nibble them.
It was off-loaded and gutted there on the beach as the local population and restaurant owners vied for the best price.
Later this afternoon after some time in the sun, unsurprisingly after our morning venture, we went in search of a fish dinner.
BEFORE
Evening now, the sheep have visited, "Squeak Box", the pregnant cat, has dropped by for milk, the French are playing a noisy game of boules
and Tom and Lynne, who have stalked us since Essaouira, have just arrived in Daffy, their yellow panel van conversion.
So it's goodnight from us and goodnight from them.
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