Morocco

Sidi Ifni

A sea mist often rolled in fron the Atlantic but it was a still warm 25°

We lingered several days at Sidi Ifni and our lives settled into a pleasant routine of walking up a long flight of steps from the beach camp site into town.  Sometimes we stopped for a coffee at one of the many pavement cafés where, if you wanted a strong white coffee, you asked for (sounds like) “nos nos” (Arabic: meaning half and half).  There were no Moroccan women in the cafés, just men and us tourists.

Jawad arrived from Tisnet to give us a haircut

If we needed anything done, the camp site gate keeper acted like a concierge.  We asked him to find a welder to repair our steps.  The following day the job was done – the repair cost less than £20; in Spain we had a similar job done and it had cost €180.  Jawad, the travelling barber was summoned to cut our hair.  He was bald and almost reduced Tony to a similar style.  I fared a little better.

We needed a new plastic matting for outside the truck and a local shopkeeper arrived on a moped precariously balancing a roll of matting 6 metres x 2 metres.  The price he charged, including delivery, was £18.

More trouble with the generator

And then we discovered the generator was not working.  Tony spent a frustrating day trying to diagnose the fault and concluded it must be the starter motor, a major problem.  A mechanic was contacted and he found that the problem was actually a faulty generator battery.  Off he went and returned with a new battery and the problem was solved – such a relief!  The new battery cost £65 plus £30 for the mechanic’s time.

The baker at Sidi Ifni
The Fishmonger

 

 

 

 

The butcher. I watched a woman pick up each of the goats’ heads, peering at each one closely.  How would you eat a goat’s head?  The plastic bag contained the trotters!

Most evenings we would wander next door to Hotel Ait Baamrane for a beer; we would sit on the terrace overlooking the beach watching the windsurfers.  Sometimes we would stay and have supper in the dining room – Moroccan salad, bottle of wine, fresh grilled fish or chicken skewers with French fries and fresh bread – total food spend £16 plus £17 for the beer and wine – alcohol was relatively expensive in Morocco.

It looked a cold evening but it was 25°

Moroccan salad was one of our favourite starters – finely chopped onions, peppers, cucumber, tomato and fresh herbs – served drizzled with olive oil.   We’ve tried to replicate it at home but it was never as good.  The salad was freshly prepared and served at room temperature – as opposed to being pre-prepared and stored in a fridge.  We had simple food served by friendly waiters who were really eager to please.  Made us feel that we, the customers, were valued and worth looking after.  It was a good feeling.