Morocco > From Sidi Ifni back to Agadir

The real last day of the holiday has already arrived. The past week has flown by. We have breakfast on the inner terrace in Sidi Ifni with a view of the sea. At half past eight the suitcases are loaded onto the Land Rovers for the last time, and we drive out of Sidi Ifni. After just a short fifteen minutes, we make our first stop of the day. In a small cove lies the beautiful beach of Legzira. It is partly cloudy and not quite warm enough to go into the water. Only the mussel gatherers wade into the sea. We decide that after an hour and a half we will decide whether to stay on the beach until after lunch or drive on earlier. We walk south along the beach, passing under the large arches carved from the rocks. After just over half an hour we turn back and eventually stop at a small restaurant for a drink.

Morocco - The beautiful rock arches on the beach of Legzira Morocco

The owner proudly shows us that he received a message in a bottle from Florida. The bottle took almost four years to arrive. Meanwhile, the sun has come out nicely, and we decide to stay. We order lunch in advance (cheese omelet with French fries) and walk north along the beach. To reach the beaches here, we occasionally have to climb over a large rock formation. It is very quiet here. It is remarkable to see little huts built against the rocks. At high tide the water comes up to about two meters from the door (or whatever serves as one). Lunch is well prepared, although it takes a while for everyone to get their order. A good omelet with a generous portion of homemade fries. From Legzira we drive on to Tiznit. The route is not particularly remarkable, but the road is in good condition and progress is good. In Tiznit we are dropped off—probably to allow the drivers to shop for provisions—near the tourist silver shops. This is probably not the nicest part of the city. We have half an hour to explore the town or have a drink. We walk through the Mdina with its small, maze-like streets. Since Mdinas are known for being easy to get lost in, and because we already walked down two dead-end streets, we decide to return the same way.

Morocco - The gateway to Tiznit

Tiznit lives up to its name (“’T is not”). From Tiznit we drive the last stretch back to Agadir. The sky is cloudy and orange-colored from Sahara dust—a strange sight. Around Agadir traffic increases significantly and we see traffic lights again. At around half past four we arrive back at the hotel, where we started on the first day. We say goodbye to our drivers, who have driven us all week. There is just enough time to do some shopping in town. In the many souvenir shops, I buy a small lamp. Haggling more than 50% off the price apparently isn’t enough, because later on I see the same lamp even cheaper. It remains a strange game. In the evening we dine in a typical Moroccan restaurant. We order B’stilla. B’stilla is a type of pie filled with pigeon. The combination of sweet sugar and meat makes it a unique and very rich dish. It is tasty, though the waiter struggles with it. The first slice he cuts from the large dish is so big that he runs out at the end. He has to serve progressively smaller pieces. During the meal, we thank Obbo for his guidance throughout the trip. Later in the evening we also say goodbye to Katja and Corinne, who are staying in Morocco for a few more days. Back in the hotel room, I pack my things. I set the alarm for four o’clock and go to sleep at half past eleven.