31st March and 1st April
Saturday 31st
A hard days work on the blog for me today! Why, you might ask? Well, Some days unravel quietly, with pleasant moments and only one or two events to chat about and others come along which require more attention! Friday was one of those days and as well as writing about Thursday's visit to Taghazout, which was interesting in itself, there were the many events and photographs to sift through to try and give a flavour of how remarkable a day Friday was! I hope I have succeeded and you are able to get a feeling of how wonderful an experience it was. Krysia and I hummed and haa'd over the many images which we both had taken and then I wrote to illustrate them. This was all finished by about 9pm! A day on the blog!
We did take bike ride out for some bread as we needed a break, driving north to Cap Rhir along the coast road, not too far but enough to blow some fresh air in our minds. We got the bread at a local shop and were served as is usual by the salt of Morocco, a shopkeeper with a smile and words of Berber and Arabic to spice the ordinary event of buying bread into an act of sheer pleasure!
Sunday 1st April
After our usual breakfast of dried fruit and cornflakes and a chat with our amigos next door, we decide upon a walk to anchor point. It's about a mile or so from the campsite and with a stiff wind in our faces, it feels like a welsh summers day! The temperature has dropped over the last few days to a very pleasant 20 deg C, some cloud and wind too. Lovely.
The track leads to the cliffs above ' Killer point' of surf notoriety, seen from the north it is anywhere in Morocco. As beautiful as anywhere in Morocco.
And this is the view of the area we used to camp on way back in the distant past. Now, as you can see, there is a pink apartment block built on top of the well, known as 'The Source'. A lovely place to stay no doubt but it must have confused the locals of Taghazout when it was built because it was the only water supply for the whole village as well as the itinerant surfers living on the point!
The beach is full of Moroccan folk enjoying their Sunday as only they know how, football and tarjine's in amongst the rocks. As usual, they are all delightful and make us feel welcome.
On to the 'Point' we go, taking in the changes and remembering the past. Here we still are today, Krysia and I, 35 years later. It is great to be here and the memories are from a dream we lived as young blood in the 70's. Today we are here and the dream goes on. What a lovely dream!
Here, Krysia is surfing Anchor point on stone surfboard, riding a timeless wave.
The entrance to the famous anchor factory! Was it an anchor factory? I have no idea but it stands still untouched by development apart from looking a bit tidier and decorated by graffiti. Heaven, is painted on the left and I wonder if it means this way to instant death as the place is full of asbestos and crumbling brickwork. Or perhaps it's the heaven of the perfect waves at the point! If you manage to get there without breaking your neck!!!
We sat on the point for ages along with Moroccan families, enjoying the sunshine and sea air. As there is no surf, Moroccans have claimed back the point as theirs, enjoying the seaside. It's a tranquil setting for reflection.
It's lovely to be here.
All our love
Ted and krysia xxx
Saturday 31st
A hard days work on the blog for me today! Why, you might ask? Well, Some days unravel quietly, with pleasant moments and only one or two events to chat about and others come along which require more attention! Friday was one of those days and as well as writing about Thursday's visit to Taghazout, which was interesting in itself, there were the many events and photographs to sift through to try and give a flavour of how remarkable a day Friday was! I hope I have succeeded and you are able to get a feeling of how wonderful an experience it was. Krysia and I hummed and haa'd over the many images which we both had taken and then I wrote to illustrate them. This was all finished by about 9pm! A day on the blog!
We did take bike ride out for some bread as we needed a break, driving north to Cap Rhir along the coast road, not too far but enough to blow some fresh air in our minds. We got the bread at a local shop and were served as is usual by the salt of Morocco, a shopkeeper with a smile and words of Berber and Arabic to spice the ordinary event of buying bread into an act of sheer pleasure!
Sunday 1st April
After our usual breakfast of dried fruit and cornflakes and a chat with our amigos next door, we decide upon a walk to anchor point. It's about a mile or so from the campsite and with a stiff wind in our faces, it feels like a welsh summers day! The temperature has dropped over the last few days to a very pleasant 20 deg C, some cloud and wind too. Lovely.
And this is the view of the area we used to camp on way back in the distant past. Now, as you can see, there is a pink apartment block built on top of the well, known as 'The Source'. A lovely place to stay no doubt but it must have confused the locals of Taghazout when it was built because it was the only water supply for the whole village as well as the itinerant surfers living on the point!
The beach is full of Moroccan folk enjoying their Sunday as only they know how, football and tarjine's in amongst the rocks. As usual, they are all delightful and make us feel welcome.
Here, Krysia is surfing Anchor point on stone surfboard, riding a timeless wave.
The entrance to the famous anchor factory! Was it an anchor factory? I have no idea but it stands still untouched by development apart from looking a bit tidier and decorated by graffiti. Heaven, is painted on the left and I wonder if it means this way to instant death as the place is full of asbestos and crumbling brickwork. Or perhaps it's the heaven of the perfect waves at the point! If you manage to get there without breaking your neck!!!
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| No monkey business here |
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| Fill your cup with monkeys |
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| A doorway into the past |
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| Careful, you'll have you eye out. |
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| That timeless view |
It's lovely to be here.
All our love
Ted and krysia xxx
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