Krysia tries one more time at property investment. I like it here she says !! Bit parky when the wind blows lovel girl. Solid walls and a shell floor? 'Fraid not. Say goodbye.
A big hug and goodbye to Ute from Austria. Bouncy as she is known, because she has more energy than most of us put together and an infectious laugh that if you could bottle it, you have found a cure for all the worlds sadness. Xxx
One more sunset for the road. Zzzz
Another selfie, taken in our new tops from the local surf shop. Houcin is the owner, he's as local as they come and in fact, it was his uncle, now deceased, who we drank mint tea with back in the '70's. The tops are his design !
Goodbye Imsouane, another visit come to a close. Highlights? Krysia surfing, which although there are no recorded ones, for us it was a new experience. Krysia's out the back. So, proudly she can stand in her surfy t shirt. One last stop at fossil mountain as we leave on the old road.
And after a touristic plunge into Essouira where we stock up on our 'mud', rhasoul, we settle for the night at Bouzerktoun. A wild campspot on the road north.
It's a lovely place as yet untouched by overdevelopment or a campsite. A wind surfing paradise as well as surfing. For us, it's a quiet night by the sea. A walk along the beach and a chance to buy some more hats from Gabè's again. His mum makes them.
We are blessed with some fine cloudscapes too. They deserve a few shots.
Vannie looking good, alone by the sea.
And a pano
Enough, start her up and let's go north.
To El Jadida. With its fine beach walk and friendly Arab people.
We've walked the walk here many times before. Even some familiar faces. It's hello again before goodbye. In fact, it's hello again all the time. Goodbyes are just hello's in disguise.
Hello.
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