What should have been a quiet night just wasn’t! Somehow a Spanish van came in just after midnight, all talking and shouting like it was the middle of the day – which it probably was to them 🤣
We set off along the coast road in the mist and fog, hoping that the sun would put in an appearance. Stopped at Cap Beddouza, a rocky headland, which is the start of a long stretch of an area rich in birdlife. Couldn’t see anything much in the mist this morning though, even with binoculars.
Stopped again for lunch between the salt marshes and the beautifully clean Sidi Karam Addaif beach.
It was quite windy as we walked up to another little headland and the waves crashing on the rocks were spectacular. A couple of fishermen sat at the top – I’ve no idea how you could catch anything in such wild waters, but they had a barbecue going so must have got lucky.
Guy had a little walk into the salt pans but only saw black winged stilts.
We carried on to the little resort of Oualidia where we’d earmarked what looked like a big motorhome carpark. It is just that, but we feel like sitting ducks for all the local salesmen and women. We parked on the far side as we’ve learnt that the children’s giant plastic electric vehicles for hire, play recordings of incessant nursery rhymes. Then we realised our mistake when we saw the numbered fish stalls behind us, just as the owners came to the door to see if we’d like to eat there. 🙄
Needing to get out fast, we went for a walk along the beach. Being a kind of lagoon, the sea is much calmer here and I can see why it gets really busy in August. Very clean too.
We walked to the royal villa at one end of the beach which looked like a Roman ruin from a distance. Close up, although still heavily guarded, it was just a crumbling old place that was built for Mohammed V, the last Sultan and first king of Morocco who died in 1961.
Sat outside the van for a while, but after being offered new wiper blades once and bread twice, we gave up and came in.
