Tuesday, 12 March - travel day

Today ‘Taros’ went elswhere.
‘Taros’ is the Berber word for the strong wind blowing on Essaouira, ‘The windy City of Africa’.   

But the fog was thick and we can hardly see the Ocean.   That made it easier to leave this small city, where we have felt so well.   Small and small ..... the book says 77.426 inhabitants, but as we were inside the city walls, it felt small.

Transport can be many things. 

I am sitting on the our two small suitcases.

The streets in Essaouira are too narrow to allow vehicles.  Everything is transported on the push barrows or, eventually, on a motorcycle with a big box behind the driver.

The bus stop is right at the foot of the city wall and next to the nursery with hundreds of small palms.

We are well in time for the 2:30 Supratour bus and get good seats. Almost 4 hours to Agadir, from where w hope to get a ‘Shared Taxi’ to Taroudant. 

A  last look at the Ocean - and then inland with green houses to all sides.

Midway stop reminds me of  the movie ‘Baghdad Café’ 

All went as planned and we arrived well at Riad Taroudant, where we seem to be the only guests.