|The view on the way to Essaouira|
|Wild Camping at Taghazoute|
|Sea Front in Taghazoute|
Back at the van there were plenty of opportunities to haggle with the steady stream of locals who seemed to be selling everything from fresh fish caught that morning to brightly coloured carpets and rugs. We had no space for carpets so opted for fresh prawns, 4 bream and Sophie took a shine to a pink braclet offered by one of the sellers. In true Moroccan fashion the price which initially was 10dh (75p) became 20dh when it was on her wrist, emphasizing the point we didn't have any more change (we didn't!) we rattled the mixed coins in our ashtray much to the delight of the seller who took them in lieu of the extra 10dh he wanted!
|Lamb for tea!|
After a couple of lazy days we felt like some exercise was needed, it transpired that a short walk along the beach and round the cove were numerous old fishing huts built into the side of the cliffs. Most of them still seemed to be in use to a certain degree, others were crumbling away and had seen better days, whereas a handful had been decorated in bright colours and transformed into holiday lets.
Having stayed for three days we began to have itchy feet and set off towards Tafraoute.
|Stunning scenery heading toward Tafraoute|