Camping Calme

Well what a difference 15 kilometres makes. Our two nights at the Essaouira site were the worst that we have experienced. Think mucky and double it. The wind lifted the dirt into the van , accompanied by the flies from the filth.The rain from the storm turned to mud on the windows and mangy cats slept in the bins.
So calm  and cleanliness were required without much driving.

Believing all that we had seen on You Tube, we ventured inland to,yes wait for it, Camping Calme. Here amongst the Argon trees , dripping with nuts, we have found a paradise for camping-car travellers.
There is shade beneath the olive and eucalyptus trees, also several hectares of places to park with electric and fresh water close by. We have had hot showers, stripped the beds and met folk from previous sites, at which we have stayed, so plenty of chat , story swapping and catch up , has taken place
There are no flies because everywhere is clean and the breeze has kept us cool as the temperature, away from the sea, has reached the low thirties.
We have sat out all day and as darkness fell at about eight o'clock, we have come inside the van to settle for the evening. The sliding door on the van is still open wide and our improvised mosquito net keeps those invidious insects at bay.
The night air is full of sounds. Crickets, barking dogs, braying donkeys, children still out playing and Moroccan drums from a near-by village.
Tomorrow, a meal at the on site restaurant is planned and at some point in the day, a swim in the magnificent pool.

  Thought we would save that little gem until the end! So for a few days we are in camping heaven.