The sweet smell of the Ocean

So up and at'em first thing, we need to move on and find new horizons. It's another scorcher here, mid 30's at least and we have been kindly provided with a motorway, all the way to Agadir, helping all us tourists to swiftly reach the sea! In fact, there is now motorway from Tanger to Agadir non stop, such are the changes taking place here in Morocco. Our journey today, takes us through the dust bowl of outer Marrakech, intensely hot and windy, on up into the Atlas mountains and down the other side onto the Sous plain leading to Agadir.
As we dropped onto the plain, I suddenly smelled salt! a smell we have not had for two months now. The air became damp and cool, what a relief, Its sunny and warm yet totally different from Marrakech. more like the heat the Beynon's are used to. What a relief to feel cool again, we're going to the sea side!

As we approach Taghazout, we see plenty of wild campers obviously being allowed to park overnight. We join them and slip in between two motorhomes and have a spot right on the front of the beach. It's like all those years ago, camping at Anchor point, we can hear and see the sea, which is flat calm and very inviting for a swim. So we have two dips before having our evening meal, reflecting on the past we have had here 30 odd years ago. We're not on Anchor point but it's beautifully part of our sea scape and as the sun drops down, it becomes a painting. Taghazout plage is bustling and friendly, A moroccan chap, Mohamed, stops for a chat and says he was one of the small lads that used to bring food stuffs out to the point all those years ago. The other Mohamed was the shopkeeper and he is still here too, well why wouldn't he be?
We'll investigate our old haunts tomorrow, see what memories are resurrected which can then be verified by Tunky or Vince who also spent a winter here all those years ago.
lots of love

Ted and Krysia