Thankfully, no sitting on a car yesterday. Time to wander around Essaouira. Leisurely lunch. Much more laid back than Marrakech.

A long walk along the beach heading south, wandering through the dunes in the return, and the villages of Daibet, once visited by Jimi Hendrix allegedly, although he seems to have left nothing of note behind.

In all, the wanderings added up to 14 miles, so much better than the last few days stuck in the car, although I’ve now proven that my walking shoes are not good for long distances. Blisters. Arse. Sorry, to clarify, that is not blisters on the arse, just the feet.

This afternoon we are on the bus to Agadir so that we can Agado before we are Agadone.

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