I wanted to revisit Sidi-Ifni and Stanley had friends in Tiznet. So we took the bus. I forgot my jacket on the bus, it went on a 2,000km trip to Algeria and back. I was shocked I got it back. Moroccan’s are super honest & very hard working people. I never felt threaten or in fear, I had a really good time in Morocco this time.
I’m really in my element when I’m traveling. I still have the yearning to experience what the world has to offer, it’s people, places, art, food, architecture, history ( + I can still walk).
We book a room online, 6 euro night, right in town. We meet up with Stanley’s friend and have lunch. Right after lunch we go to one of the 2 bars in town.
A friend from Portland told me about Sidi Ifni 6 years ago. Last time I bought a couple “daggers” from Jallul. I tried to mail stuff back to the U.S. It was confiscated in Spain along with other souvenirs. I guess it’s illegal to ship daggers to America, yet you can buy an semi-automatic gun. I told him the story, so he gave me a great deal on another knife.
I waited for Sunday, market day, which is a great day in Sidi Ifni. I’ve only seen desert rock landscapes, I have no idea where they’re growing all this fresh food. The camels in Morocco. Dromedary (one-humped) camels were introduced to the Sahara in 200AD.
The more I travel the more I notice. Sidi Ifni, the quiet little town that it is has an eye for art. Which I failed to notice the first time I was here. I got obsessed with the “artistic” front door entrances.
There are lots of murals on walls and the houses too. Nearly every place has beautiful tiles inside the house or hotel.
Stanley left early, I wanted to stay longer, so we met up a couple days later. The town has these cute little trucks, I would have used one with my landscaping business, if they were sold in America. Hanging out at the bus station. I photographed these young ladies sitting on the bench, (clandestine photo).
I took the bus, back to Stanley’s, then to Marrakech. For “tourist” shopping. When the bus stopped, musicians, tooth kit salesman?, and the kids walked through selling nuts, they threw them on your lap, hoping you will keep them.
Back in Marrakech (after a 7 hour bus adventure!). One guy brought his goat with him. Marrakech is as always it’s crazy self, There are horse & carriage rides from the Medina & horse shoe repair!
The Morocco re-visit was a success, along with being a great new experience too. After my last visit I thought Morocco was just so-so. Now? It’s people, culture, architecture and food were all super approachable and doable. They speak more French than English, but enough English to get by. Though Stanley’s french did come in super handy at times! The french supposedly left in 1956, but let me tell you they’re still here. The campgrounds are filled with French retirees with RV & dog.
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Next? Porto, Portugal