We’ve really enjoyed the laid back feel of Essaouira with its colourful markets, good restaurants and it’s very welcoming people. We had some some sad news this week with the sudden passing of Rachel’s father. Rach was very close to her dad. Rach’s parents travelled extensively right up to their late seventies so they’ve enjoyed seeing and hearing about our little adventures and Rach is convinced his spirit is travelling with us. The beach walks every day have been a blessing, they’re calming, interesting and therapeutic, not to mention good exercise and we’ll definitely miss them. Some of the other things we’ve also enjoyed here has been the darkness of the Riad at night and looking straight up through the middle of the Riad to marvel at different constellations. I’ve also liked being able to hear and smell the sea, especially before sunrise, when everything is still. Unfortunately there’s been no more kitesurfing, as my knee is still too swollen, but we’ll try again. On Friday we were packed up and ready to go on our next adventure which was about a 3 hr ride in what was to be a comfortable people carrier. We’d both had our books to hand in preparation for the journey, but in truth never opened them, as the whole journey was pretty interesting, from the small villages and their colourful markets, we drove through, to the swathes of vibrant green arable farmland with busy farm hands darting about, loosely interwoven with the arid rusty landscape. The roadsides were also home to enterprising street sellers and artisans. As we got closer to our destination the Atlas Mountains came in to full view, with visible signs that snow had already made its mark on the higher peaks. At just after 3pm we pulled up on to the outskirts of the Medina in front of a sizeable mosque ready to spend Christmas in Marrakesh.
Dream Chasers 