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Thursday 16 Aug
Essaouira, Morocco

Baboon Butts and Bug Lips! (Continued)

We had hoped to spend some time relaxing on the beach, however, thanks to the wind, it wasn't an enjoyable experience, therefore Mam decided we might as well move on to the next place, bringing our itinerary forward by a couple of days. We went to the bus station to book our tickets for the next leg of our journey. We had hoped to be able to travel by train, but didn't realise until getting here, that there is no train system south of Marrakesch. Tickets booked, we head to Taroudant the day after tomorrow.

On the way back to the hostel, Flinn spotted a Berber lady selling hats and performed a bit of a song and dance about having one, the upshot of which, is that he now sports a cute little Berber hat to match his babouches. It's causing quite a stir with the locals, who keep coming up to him, pinching or kissing his cheeks and ruffling his hair, whilst commenting "Hello little Berber man" or as they pronounce it; bear-bear man.

Oh joy - I was in my element. Buying clothes!! A man materialised from no-where with a huge bag of skirts, dumped them on the floor and started yelling out what we could only assume was the equivelent of "skirts, skirts, come and grab a bargain!". So I did - pushing and scrambling my way through the hoardes of women that descended on the pile like a plague of locusts. Much pushing, shoving, poking, prodding and snatching ensued, until I emerged from the bottom of the scrum with two lovely skirts and as a bonus, all my limbs intact! One haggle fest later, I waltzed away with my new skirts! Mam said I was quite the Queen of haggle!!

We spotted a sunglasses stand and tried on a few hundred pairs - some nice, some ugly and some downright peculiar!! We were pleased to spot this stall, as our trip so far has been plagued by sunglasses mishaps and woe. Flinn lost his. I sat on mine and snapped them. The arms of Mam's mysteriously dropped off in some souk, somewhere, sometime, someplace! Mam wasn't too amused as she had paid out for decent pairs and made the comment "Well, sod that. I knew there was a good reason why I normally only buy cheap and nasty ones!"

New purchases secure, uncrushed and sporting both arms, we went back to the cave, where Flinn exercised his artistic talent with the Basque man's very nice - and as Mam pointed out, extremely expensive camera, then to bed for a language lesson that went something along the lines of; Va-t-en (go away - French), Seer Fhalek (go away - Arabic), Shreef (get lost - Arabic), Shooma! (shame on you - Arabic) and these were just the polite ones!!

The day according to Flinn;

I wanted to go on Biz Biz's surf boards today. He let me pretend to be a surfer dude on some of his boards, then we went out for breakfast and to explore the town. We went to the fort and I walked along on top the walls, chasing the seagulls. At the fort, I pretended to be Captain Feathersword the pirate. Imogen was the Pink Princess, my prisoner. I don't have a parrot for my shoulder, but Mama did give me some pieces of eight. They weren't really pieces of eight, it was really Morocco money!

After the fort, we watched the fishermen rowing their boats into port and chucking the fish out. There were loads of little fishies wriggling and squiggling. Mama said they squirm around as much as I do! The silver scales on the fish twinkled in the sun. In the end we left because all the seagulls arrived and were swooping down and screeching, trying to get the fish and we didn't want to get seagull pooh all over our heads!

We walked around to the beach and got blown away! Sand kept blowing in my eyes, which wasn't very good. I had fun though cos Mama gave me a small kite to play with. I ran around the beach with it and made lots of friends, then we went for an ice-cream.

I saw a cow today. It was walking through the streets with it's owners. I don't think it was a very happy cow though because it was walking with it head hanging down and looked sad. It didn't say moo either. I think it lost its voice and I think it was an unhappy cow. Mama said she'd be very unhappy too, if she had to walk around all day, listening to that music it's owners were playing!

I ate lots of prickly pears and drank lots of glasses of mint tea today. I DO like that mint tea with lots of sugar in and those prickly pears. Mama said that if I wasn't careful, I'd wake up one day and would have turned into a prickly pear!!

I saw a man with funny, googley eyes today. I told Mama and Imogen that he looked like a chameleon. Mama said that was a bit rude, even if it was true!

I bought a Berber hat today from a Berber hat lady. I chose one for me and one for Sebbie. Mines blue and red to match my babouches and Sebbies is red and white. All the men and ladies keep coming up to me and kissing my cheeks and saying "Hello little Berber man." I'm not a Berber man - I'm a Berber boy!

Imogen did lots of eye rolling today. I said "Mama, she's at it again. She's rolling her eyes!" It was ok though because she wasn't getting told off by Mama and rolling her eyes at her behind her back like she usually does. She was rolling her eyes at all the men that want to marry her. I don't like them asking my sister to marry them. I don't want Imogen to get married. I'll miss her (and her Nintendo).

I played with my friends camera today and took lots of photo's of everyone staying at the cave with us. He takes photo's for travelling magazines and is famous in Spain. He said one of my photo's may go in a magazine - cool!!

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