We drove into a campsite looking for a pitch for the night, but the community of campervans gazed on us as if we were intruders. This campsite was more of a 'village' where the French/Germans set up home for the winter months - all had gardens, fences, pets. We politely drove off ...
Martin writes... Arriving in the city of Agadir was an extremely overwhelming experience as we had just spent a few days out in the desert and the Atlas mountains and were expecting to see a normal Moroccan town like Casablanca. Instead, we got a city which could be based along the Mediterranean coast line offering Pizza restaurants, night clubs and a huge beach. These were the key attractions and most of the people walking the streets at night were European.
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The locals call them 'Plastics', the Dutch we met, call them 'Tupperware' - they themselves refer to each other as caravanners - and we call them campervans. In Morocco they are everywhere. There are more campervans in this country than local cars!
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Heading to Tafroute we encountered our first tree climbing Goats.
Unfortunately we do not have enough photos as evidence but the goats do
manage to climb very high into the trees.
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