We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
arrived in El Jadida, about 100kms south of Casablanca, still on the Atlantic
coast, and found the camp without any trouble. Unfortunately, the facilities
are really in a bad state, and won’t even improve with the Kate Loughton scrub
and clean. I’m leaving a trail of clean showers and toilets in my wake, but
these ones are beyond even me. Fortunately we can be completely self-contained
The Cysterne, El Jadida
town is known for a small Portuguese Medina. It was a little dilapidated, but
had a wonderful Cisterne that was the town’s water supply during its heyday in
16th and 17th century. Funnily, after the Portuguese
left, it was undiscovered for 200 years. It was really worth the visit.
hit the markets and bought fresh juicy dates, fat, ripe strawberries, fresh
walnuts, sultanas, cous cous and merguez sausages. We felt quite pleased with
ourselves, being the only ‘etranger’ in the place. Everyone is very friendly
with many people simply saying “bienvenue en Maroc” and sweet young girls with
fresh faces singing out “Bonjour Madame” and touching you on the elbow. We
don’t feel hassled at all.
lunch, we splashed out on a 6 euro seafood platter!! Really delicious meal,
even without a beer. Most restaurants are ‘dry’.
weather is getting a little warmer everyday. We haven’t had the heater on at
night at all since we’ve been in Morocco. The sun is still shining and the max
temp is probably about 22-23 degrees.
El Jadida, we spent the night in Safi. The Medina here is even more ‘low key’
but not so interesting. On we went towards Essaouira.
Safi Medina - see what I mean?
seems to be only one road rule in Morocco “Insha’Allah”, this applies to cars,
trucks, donkey carts, pony carts, push carts, bicycles, scooters, mopeds,
tractors, pedestrians, prams, dogs, cows, sheep and goats. Lawrence just
ploughs on through admirably. I close my eyes.
seem to create a reaction wherever we go, with lots of bystanders, especially young boys herding their goats on the side of the motorway, waving at us, smiling. I feel like the Queen.
The Coast Road
police are everywhere, splendidly turned out in white leather belts, white
leather holsters and white leather handbags. They loiter on roundabouts and motorways
and wave their arms frantically; we have no idea why.
camp just south of Essaouira is really lovely, with CLEAN toilets and showers.
Everyone is really friendly and of course interested in our vehicle. For once,
we are not a novelty as there are quite a few large and slightly odd vehicles
here, so we don’t’ stand out quite so much.
Now - that IS Mad!!
beach is very close to our camp, and we walked about 2 hours along it today, and met very few
people and only one donkey.
Our Local Beach
here is a breeze. You just sit in the sun reading a magazine, and the shopping
comes to you. Bread, veges, fruit, and fish – marvellous! Dinner is delivered
to your door for about 10 euros.
stop Marrakech and LUXURY!!! – before we head to the desert and God knows what…