Wednesday 1st January
Niki and I enjoyed our New Years Eve in the campsite's restaurant and woke later than usual this morning. Niki, suffering a little hangover, took it easy for a couple of hours, she had mixed her drinks, which isn’t a good thing, especially for Niki.
After breakfast, sat in the glorious morning sunshine, we set off, with Gillian & Godfredo, to the souk in Aouril a few kilometres away. The souk was a heaving mass of locals and tourists bartering over everything and anything. Men sat on the ground surrounded by their goods or piles of vegetables, some selling just one type of produce, carrots, potatoes, onions, cauliflowers, apples oranges or spices. It was wonderful to wander round taking in the sights sounds and smells of this typical Moroccan marketplace. Having bought vegetables and some beautiful place mats made of thin strips of bamboo, we walked from the market to the main road where we sat outside a small roadside cafe to enjoy a "Kifta' sandwich each. Kifta is meat, usually beef and lamb, mixed together and then minced with spices before being cooked over hot coals, it’s really tasty, the taste of Morocco and a firm favourite of both Niki and myself. Our Kifta today was served with lovely hot fresh bread and a plate of mixed tomatoes and onions, wonderful.
We were undecided whether to take the bus back to the campsite or take a taxi, in the end we went for the taxi which proved be a mini adventure. Having piled into a small taxi, an ancient old Renault, a larger Mercedes taxi blocked our way, the driver refusing to move and wanting us to take his taxi. After a little heated exchange with both myself and the driver of the smaller taxi we stayed where we were, ready to set off. However as the driver engaged first gear and started to pull away the engine died, he had run out of petrol. There was a garage a hundred metres away, at first one or two locals began pushing us forward, to much laughing from others standing nearby. Then having been left us in the middle of the road and with the driver doing his best to push the car with the four of us inside I jumped out to help. This seemed to be the signal for the driver to stop pushing and jump into the car to steer it into the petrol station. After a few minutes we were alongside other cars filling with petrol but to far from the pumps to be able to fill up, no problem, the driver found a five litre plastic water bottle which he filled with petrol, then using a much smaller plastic bottle, cut in a way that it could be used as a funnel, poured the fuel into the tank. A few turns of the engine and away we went, rattling, crashing and banging our way back to the campsite, the fare 20MAD or just under €2. An eventful, interesting and enjoyable day in Agadir.
It seems I've been travelling all my life. For the past eight years I've been following a simple, nomadic lifestyle, living and traveling full time in a camper van and meeting with other like minded travellers.
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