Aït-Ben-Haddou. This is a great place with very welcoming people. No bad memories, at all. - I wrote an essay on it though and got a top-grade - People are glad to say that films have been turned at that place, others exhibit their artwork and others again offer you some “Whisky Berbère” which is actually tea.
Give me hand to walk in this red sand.
“Agadir rien à dire” (Agadir, nothing to say)
I have lived there, and as well as the other places it is different. But at the same time the city had the same atmosphere … foggy, misty. I got sick there, after this slot, pictures will be more rare as I had to sleep a lot during the road trip and had no more energy as I could not eat at all anymore.
Where I used to go to surf. Like in my memories? That is wrong. This place does not look like this in my memories. It is sunny, it is beautiful, people sitting in the sand or swimming, even surfing. Well, this place has lost its beauty …
This was on our way to Imsouane, one of the most beautiful spots of Morocco.
On this splendid road! between Safi and Essaouira
Safi … and these two little girls to who we gave notebooks and clothes, they wanted more, they wanted money then. Safi, … this city so industrialised … Safi … this extraction of phosphor, but for what? Safi.
Remote beach on our way right before Safi (coming from North)
The sea cost between El jadida and Essaouira
Road Oualidia
