Essaouria, Day 2

Alternate title of this post:  How many pictures of waves and fish does one need?
Firstly, though, here’s a cool painting I bought that I love.
 
In the morning we went and saw the cannons.

 

Then we went and took 1,457,219 pictures of the waves because they were so cool.  Kind of like fireworks.
  
And then when the waves went back the water was all milky white.  Really cool.
      
Then we went to the fishing port.
   
This friendly guy buddied up to us right as we were walking in and started telling us all about the boats, and the fish, etc. etc.
 
See, friendly guy’s still showing us the ropes.  And the eels.

 
He even had a notebook with hand-drawn pictures of how certain fish are caught.  And he pointed out the Purple Islands in the distance and told us about them.

  
Here’s friendly-guy again, and just notice the guy behind him with a bucket-hat.  Pretty cool.  The guy was a fount of knowledge and we offered him some dirhams, but obviously not enough according to him, for he started yelling at us, saying, “This is for children!!”  and so on.  But I told Brett we didn’t have to give him any more, and pulled him away.  See ya next time, Mr. Guide.
  
This is where you can buy fresh-squeezed orange juice.  Oh my. Sooooo good.

Kitty.  Looking a bit starved.

Then we took our shoes off and walked along the beach and picked up some shells.

Somebody teach me a cooler pose than this please!
 
Then I rode a camel.  Just because.
 
Back again through the port where the fishing boats were coming in.  It was very busy.

Brett told me to take a picture of this truck.  So there you have it.  Apparently, it is man-interesting (Brett’s own phrase).
 


Then we walked through some more shops, not the more touristy area, and there were tons of cool things to see, only whenever I asked, no one let me take a picture.  Sad.

Also, there’s Brett with the sunglasses he bought and a Nutella and banana crepe.  I got plain nutella, and it was great.  But it reminds me of how every time you’d give someone a big bill (and we had a lot of 200 dirham bills because that’s all we were given when we changed money), they would take it and run to the next shop down, and see if that shop guy could break it.  Maybe then he’d get 2 100's, so then he’d take those and run across the road to another guy, who would have 2 50’s, and so on and so on.  So we would just hang out until sometime later the guy would come back with change.  It happened several times and was pretty funny.

So, Brett and I left each other for 2 minutes and I got asked out.  By this guy below.  So, Brett wanted to see if any fishermen had come in with sharks, which we had been told about by Mr. Friendly-Guide.  So anyway, he went over by the boats and I walked by these fish displays, where you could pick your own fish and then they would cook it up for you.  So anyhoo, I asked if I could take a picture, and he held up this crab for a second, but put it back down, so I asked him to hold it up and I took this picture and then he said we should get coffee together when he was done working.  Oh yeah!  And I forgot, he asked where I was from (like everyone does) and I said America, and he offered his hand to shake, so I shook it, and then he twirled me under his arm.  Ha ha.  So flirty.  When I met up with Brett again and told him about it, he said, “Did you tell him you’re married?”  and I said, “No! I want to keep my options open.”


We took these pictures of this random pair of pants, because it’s just like the Dr. Seuss book, The Pair of Pale Green Pants with Nobody Inside Them.

Then we continued to get sunburned while we walked out on the rocks.
 
Another shop.

This guy was really nice and played a whole bunch of instruments for me.

See how red I am.  Silly me.
  



Next up- my favorite pictures ever in the whole wide world!!