I shouldn’t really tell you this…

Posted by on 1, May 2015 in 2015 - Iberia and Morocco, Morocco, North Africa, Taffy

I shouldn’t really tell you this…
Essaouira

Essaouira

Essaouria

Essaouria

We’ve now turned around and begun heading north back up the coast of Morocco after going as far South as The Western Sahara desert.   An area that our friend Richard (we’ve  changed his name to ensure he won’t track us down using nothing but his all powerful computer program known as “Cuckoo” and kill us with a Vulcan death grip) told us that you couldn’t go to within 1000kms of without armed guards (look out if you’re going to the Canaries as that’s way too close and they’ll easily pick you off with the poison darts and blame it on the wildlife) 


The Colonel, ex 42 (no not 42, four Two) Commando, a Surgeon, the world’s leading expert on Viruses who’s written many computer programs – one of which can instantly hack into any computer anywhere in the world apparently it’s called “Bonkers” , world renowned author, ‎a consultant to GCHQ, ex SBS (which I was surprised to find out isn’t a carpet company) formerly the man who parachuted onto the QE2, thrown out of every country in the world for alleged spying (sadly not Morocco), able to blow Taffy up in 60 seconds – something I’m sure our granddaughter Tilly would be able to do much quicker, shelled and shot at in his camper whilst leaving Turkey (apparently they’re not very good shots or maybe he just started to regail them with his adventures), bugged in his camper by GCHQ when he went to Moscow, participant in various conflicts including Korea, Northern Ireland, Vietnam, Trafalgar, Waterloo, Wolf 359 and the time war with the Daleks on Gallifrey, (I may have exaggerated there) ‎ able to kill us with his bare hands (carry on much longer mate and I’ll do it myself I thought)currently “keeping a low profile”and lying low in Essaouira Campsite in Morocco (GPS location available to terrorists on request via our contact page), was to say the least an interesting character. When he said “I shouldn’t really tell you…” I should have stopped him there.  

He accosted us the moment we got out of Taffy and regailed us with a dozen adventures that bore a striking resemblance to James Bond films. He’d been here for 3 months and hadn’t seen another Brit, presumably they’d seen him first and legged it.  This has to be the barmiest / most extraordinary  person we’ve ever met in our lives and my right eyebrow was apparently somewhere above my head, which to those of you who don’t know me that well is my old reliable bullshit detector.  

The campsite had had terrible reviews and he was our first impression but in fact we found it to be fine once we managed to get away (We told him we were on an urgent mission to deliver an important information update to “M” as normal coms channels had been compromised (“M” being my mum and BT having cut them off for a week and us having a postcard to send to her this was true, well almost)‎   “Roger that” he said tapping his finger against his nose and we were free)‎

The town itself was a Portuguese settlement and has a European flavour and architecture to it. It’s very touristy and has lovely hotels, beaches and restaurants as well as the old fortifications in tact.   It’s one of the top tourist destinations in Morocco and you can see why. But it’s not very Moroccan from our experiences, more a lovely blend of European and Moroccan which is perhaps why it appeals to the tourists so much. 

After getting back to Taffy after our cycle we dodged the Colonel “Can’t stop, Got to report back to ‘M'”‎ and took shelter from the fierce afternoon winds here before heading back into town for an evening meal with a well deserved cocktail!  We are still a bit shell shocked after meeting the colonel and in need of a stiff drink for once!

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