Arriving in Agadir in the early hours, we embarked on a two hour bus ride to Taroudant, to explore the Medina and other local delights. Our tour guide was a fount on information, and we arrived at the city gate much wiser to the ways of life in Morocco than when we started out. Although restored and rebuilt, the city walls date back to the 15th Century.
Driving through the gates and into the maze of streets that lead to the souk, we enjoyed the experience of being a typical group of gawking tourists, whilst being gawked back at by the locals. And I mean, honestly, who can resist the abundance of bargains on sale . . . .
Sigh!
Finally, liberated from the clutches of eager merchants, and out into the sunlight.
Very, very different from downtown Kingston.
Next stop, Roudana, to sample the delights of the fruit of the Argon tree.
An oil, extracted by traditional methods, good for cooking, and anything that ails you . . .
Hmmmm.
People aren’t the only creatures addicted to the tree. Local goats like the leaves so much, they’ve developed the ability to climb the trees to eat the foliage.
Billy up a Tree.
Good name for a pub perhaps?
Back on the bus, and instead of home to the yacht, it’s beach party time, with traditional dinner, Berber bands, and belly dancing. Look who can’t resist!
All amenities . . . the local washrooms . . .
Finally, sundown, time to fold the tents and head back to our home for the night.
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