Essaouira in November. Day Uno

Part 2 of our Moroccan adventure takes place in Essaouira. We arrived in the early afternoon after a 3-hour coach journey from Marrakech. We chose to go with Supratours as we’d read it was a slightly nicer travel experience than the cheaper local buses. Unfortunately, your well-spent dirham won’t do anything to stop travel-sick German tourists adding their additions to the sights, sounds and scents of the journey. Very vommy.

Upon arrival we were fought over by men (first time for everything…), desperate to take our money in exchange for a taxi or wheelbarrow-type-thing trip to our hotel. We had to pick one as had no idea where we were or even where the hotel was, so chose the wheelbarrow option so as to be able to soak up the fresh air after our journey. This decision caused a little punch up between the men we’d rejected. It’s all tough-love in Morocco.

I’d love to now start writing about how stunning the blue sky and white beach were as we watched fishing boats drift around the bay. Unfortunately, whilst the setting sun created a beautiful view over the sea, the wind was causing more ‘bedraggled-babe’ than ‘beachbabe’ hair. Instead we had to fight our way across the sand with our coats wrapped firmly around us, thick jumpers beneath!

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At the far end of the beach from our hotel, we got to the old, walled town. The setting sun seemed to have an effect on the streets, as they were so quiet when we got to the main medina. We had the placed to ourselves!

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We found a little restaurant, el Patio, for our first glass of wine all trip – along with a few bites from their bar menu. What could demonstrate the French influence of the area more than an onion tart?!

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For our main dinner, though, we took a Trip Advisor recommendation visit Elizir. When you walk through the door you will not be blamed for thinking you’ve walked into a junk shop; the place is packed with odds and ends from all era’s, predominantly 1950s Kitch. We chose the largest corner table for the two of us, adorned with velour table cloths and mismatching glassware.

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The menu was very good. Although not largely Moroccan, it was creative and fresh. The dips included crushed olives, pumpkin mash and a sort of babaganoush.

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For main I had some tender lamb with couscous and hols had John Dory. Both very nice, but we’d eaten a bit too much french onion tart at the previous place to quite do justice to the plate. Oops!20141224-165402.jpg20141224-165409.jpg20141224-165420.jpg

Having taken over the largest table in the restaurant, they very apologetically had to move us after dinner so that they could fit another large group on our spot. Instead we got a nice little table for two to get an even better look at this funny little place!

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Definitely worth a visit as a novelty, but more for its unique quirk than its “Moroccan-ness”

As we were about to leave, we heard the sound of rain. Proper, lashing, British rain! It was the start of the storm.

More on this soon…

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B x

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