Sidi Ifni

Steep steps rose from the beach up to the town of Sidi Ifni

We planned to spend Christmas in Sidi Ifni, a Spanish town on the Atlantic coast that had been handed back to Morocco in 1969 but still retained its Spanish colonial atmosphere. During COVID the town had suffered from lack of visitors; Moroccans traditionally spent just the two summer months at the coast but for the remainder of the year the people of Sidi Ifni relied on foreign visitors. When we arrived there were a few wet-suited surfers enjoying the waves and some European youngsters milling around one or two of the hotels in town. One of the three camp sites was open and there were just five other vehicles staying on the site.

The temperature at Sidi Ifni was 22° during the day and it stayed warm overnight so the evenings were balmy. The sea temperature was a magnificent 18°.

We settled into a pleasant sunny corner of the camp site, only to have to turn the truck around as it became too hot facing the afternoon sunshine. Most afternoons a mist blew in from the sea and then it became too cold!

Coffee machine being dismantled by Tony

Staying in one place for a few days meant we could explore the area and complete a few household chores. Our coffee machine was leaking and, according to Mr Google, the fault could be corrected by dismantling and cleaning the machine – the instructions were simple enough and it took Tony a mere fifteen minutes to take the machine apart. More than two hours later all the components were cleaned and put back together and, with a sigh of relief, we were assured of our morning coffee.

A sea mist rolls in