Headin to Tarhazoute;

21.03.2007 29 °C

This morning we awoke to the sounds of a catfight on the terrace; as annoying as it was it served as the perfect alarm clock. We hit up a small restaraunt packed with locals for some croissant and pain aux chocolat. On the way to the bus stop our taxi driver pointed out to us the local mosque, whilst carefully navigating the lawless Morrocan roads which could be considered interesting at the best of times.

Before leaving; we decided to check out the souqs one more time and I managed to score myself some Morrocan sandals; sweet.

On arrival at the bus stop the haggling began; "take my bus 100 Dh; tale my bus 90 Dh; speaking french allows you to avoid being totally ripped off and Catherine and I managed to get two tickets to Agadir central for 80 Dh; $11 each. The 4 hour bus journey through dessert and snow gave us a small taste of the many colours of Morrocco.

On the trip we met three american guys; Mark, Simon and Will; they were studying in Paris and had just spent several days hiking in the high atlas and were heading to Agadir to relax and unwind. We chatted for a while and they decided heading up the coast to the fishing village of Taghazout to chill and surf, sounded like a sweeter option.

Catherine, Mark, Simon, Will, Joseph, Me and the taxi driver crammed ourselves into a taxi and with some sweet arabic tunes blazing we headed the 20 minutes up the coast to Taghazout. The thing in Simon's hand is the one handle that was used to open all windows; named 'the tool'.

On arrival we were met by Adil; a guy who said he would find us a sweet apartment. After the standards of Marrakesh's hotels we weren't optimistic as to what we were to expect, but after walking across town and up some steps, we were taken to one of the most amazing views I had ever seen; from Agadir to Anchor point, with marble floors, a balcony; roof terrace, shower, toilet, 5 beds, kitchen, fridge, T.V. and huge 8 seater couch; it was all ours (after a bit of haggling) for $14 (AUS) each a night.

We quickly unpacked; and whilst the americans headed into Agadir to get some beer and Catherine went into town I ran up to Anchor's and surfed sweet 6ft anchors with just 8 other guys, for the last 2 hours before dark.