Wise up ! Sucker…

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The surf isn’t working today and it’s a little cooler so…

Following the scrub and massage in the hammam yesterday, the body is now in good shape so the plan is to take the morning Alsa bus back into the big city again. Missing the bus by seconds we piled into a shared taxi for a 20 dobber ride as the cost is split so with an exchange at 1:13 we arrived half an hour later in town for less than £2.

We headed straight for ‘Hassan’s bicycle Emporium’ to hire a couple of comfortable saddles for the day so we could have a mooch about at our leisure. He did us a ‘good price’, adjusted the seat heights and put a couple of PSI in the back tyre (cheeky bugger) and we were off, heading up first to have a look at the marina. 

Agadir has a long seafront promenade and leisure marina, all rebuilt and modern following the earthquake that destroyed the city back in 1960. They are still re-building the city today and you get the feeling that one day it might get finished but it’s quite sad to see that a country with so much history doesn’t have anything historic left in Agadir worth noting. 


It does have a fabulous long, clean beach though and a lovely wide promenade to cycle along.
When it was time to return to Taghazout, we opted for the bus(7.5 dobbers each) but for the second time today we ended up piling into a shared lift, this time a Caddy van. How it works is that the fare is split between the passengers so it makes the journey much cheaper than it would be if you went by taxi for 60 dobbers. Some get in, some get out and it stops when and where you want. This one arrived at our destination and in good old taxi driver style asked these tourists for 80 dobbers…WHAT???
Well, I can tell you, this was only going to end one way and he was told in no uncertain terms that we didn’t much care for scammers and it was disappointing behaviour. So with a shake of the head, we parted company with him, thrusting the going rate of 20 dobbers and no more into his greedy little mitts…he must have thought we had just arrived in town on a boogie board!!


Hey, great sky to finish the day…

Some classic Indie here from 1989 from a classic indie band I saw back in the day ‘ PWEI’ or to give their formal name ‘Pop will Eat Itself’…





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