We’re still at the camp site in Essaouira as last night we celebrated having bought some wine from the Marjane supermarket in Marrakech. How did we celebrate? By drinking loads of it! This morning it was thick heads that we were recuperating from – although it worst for Chris and J as they wanted to carry on drinking after Tina and I hit the sack, so thoughtfully they lit a fire between the vans and sat outside so as not to disturb us (or the man sleeping about 3 feet away in a tent) and sipped into the small hours.
In the afternoon J and I went for a walk along the beach into the town. We passed a school class heading off for a surfing lesson, and numerous football matches being played on full size pitches marked in the sand (some even had goal posts!). The players wore a mix of footwear including football boots, trainers, flip flops and nothing, and an assortment of European football team tops – but I’m sure they knew who was on which side.
In the town we wandered around the harbour, which is most certainly a working harbour. Some of the smaller boats were unloading eels onto the quayside, and all sorts of varieties of fish, crab, ray and eel were being sold by the carrier bag full. Tempted as we were, neither of us would have a clue what to do with a fish, so we headed into the Medina (old town) and had some freshly squeezed orange juice (5dh – about 45p) and a crepe each (15dh for my nutella one and 30dh for J’s bolognaise version).
As we strolled back we spotted a couple of areas where motorhomes were parked up near to the town, so we found the Guardian for each area (usually a fella in a high visibility vest) and checked out the prices. They were both 40dh to stop for the night, which is about half the price of the camp site, so we might decamp tomorrow and have Saturday night out in the town – depending on who can face drinking again.
Have a great weekend!