Moving on from Imssouane

But not before a day out yesterday to Tamanar souk and the Argan internet Tree. The souk was it's usual mix of madness and hospitality. We needed to sort out why our Maroc mobile wasn't working and a chap in a small booth fixed the problem after much deliberation. It doesn't work, don't know why, put a new sim card in it! Sorted for 20 dirhams. Now we have a new number and a phone that works!
A cafe fellow tried to overcharge us for mint tea, I wasn't having any of it, so gave him only 10 dirhams instead of the 20 he wanted and walked away. bloody cheek. Mint tea!
We tried to get internet in town but to no avail. Pas de service! So we drove way back to our usual tree and got full signal!!! Amazing place this Morocco. We have started meeting local folk who we recognise as they do us, which must mean its time to move on. ( only joking ).
Ken and Pat leave today as the call of adventure takes them south. We have been camped close to them for 2 weeks now and it has been a pleasure. That right mix of company and space makes them good neighbours to have had  and we hope to bump into them later on somewhere else in Morocco.
A camp fire under the stars is our way of spending the last night here, dogs barking to the moon and a million stars to dream with. The sound of the waves crashing as we drift off into sleep as this spell in Imssouane comes to a close. We would never have thought that 35 years after we first came here, we would still be enchanted by this odd little place.

So yesterday becomes today as they usually do! We get away from the campsite by 11 am after fond fairwells to Anders, Johannah and family, Jean luc, Simon, Phil andVeronic  and the dogs that barked all night long!
At Tamri we find a souk in full swing and buy bananas, of course, a tajine because the first one broke and wander this lovely berber village as we are on the way to Agadir, where we imagine Morocco comes to an end and Mallaga takes over. How true it was but the feeling starts way back before Tahgazout. A complete village has been demolished! No wild camping is being tolerated and large signs advertise a grand development touristique from Tahgazout on to Aourir. Non stop development. Even the Anchor factory looks set to change. And its all going to be in the style of Agadir.  Which is not our cup of tea! Still, thats the way it is and we are staying just 1 night and then we pick up mum tomorrow.
We walked the beach parade in the evening along with the many tourists who come here for the very thing that doesn't appeal to us. Hotels and restaurants a la costa del sol. Cafe's full of boozing tourists is an odd sight in Morocco! So we head back to the van for a vege tajine in the privacy of our travelling home! The campsite here is a dump with possibly 200 vans set up for the winter. They must like the sun and the booze.
May they be happy and we'll move on tomorrow.
sleep well
The Beynon's