Friday, 23 January 2015

Friday 23 January 2015

Some of our group needing cash to pay for their various repairs and replacements (we’d helped them out of course, that’s what friends do) a trip to a cash machine was called for. So as Brian/Ann and Ron/Jeanette and never been we decided to take the bus into Agadir and show them the souk. So after breakfast walked up to the site entrance to where we could flag down a local bus.

Since we arrived a few days ago a fence has been built around the site, or probably more accurately to separate the parking area from a local development. We later asked the guardian and apparently there is a hotel complex planned for the site in three years’ time. However it would not start for at least a year so the camping should still be here if we come back next year. On our bus trip however, we saw evidence of what looked like being a new proper campsite being built and other “wild-camping” areas being fenced off too.

Local transport has several variations; the first is the ordinary bus, all reasonably modern, clean and comfortable and operated by the Spanish bus company Alsa. The next is what is known as a taxi-bus; these are old Ford Transit one tonne vans, sometimes with wooden crates for seats but no windows, which ply up and down regular “routes” and are stopped by just sticking your hand out, giving the driver 5 dirhams and crawling in, often with huge amounts of luggage too that often over-spills onto the roof. Finally there is the Grand Taxi (meaning large taxi) which are always old Mercedes 250s in various stages of dilapidation – there are hundreds of them! Again you just stick your hand out, indicating how many seats you need and if he has room he will stop. They always fully load them, that is with 6 passengers plus the driver – good job Moroccans are of smaller build – and will pick up anybody along, again, fairly regular routes.

We decided on the bus which perversely is the most expensive, though probably the least nerve-wracking! All of 55p each! A pleasant half hour run took us to the central bus station, well perhaps that’s a bit generous but it was a square where buses started and finished. We had borrowed a map but Colin and I remembered the way more or less and a persistent local, who turned out to be a stallholder in the souk, assisted us. For a tip of course!

As we described in our blog last year, Agadir was almost completely destroyed in an earthquake not so long ago and has been totally rebuilt so it is quite modern. The souk is now a series of stalls and small shops lining criss-crossing alleyways which has evolved a character of its own. But, being Friday, it was very quiet although everywhere was open for business. We stopped for lunch at a restaurant close to the mosque and had a close up view of their weekly dedications where they could not all get in, the service being broadcast over (very) loudspeakers.

Further wandering round resulted in various purchases, both necessary and not quite so urgent (!), before returning to the bus station mid-afternoon. A short wait then return to the vans for a welcome cuppa and two rather anxious doggies who had been shut up in their van whilst we were away. It’s not a good idea to take pets into the cities, especially into the souks.

On our return we found that the battery was failing on Brian's van but, guess what, solar-panel-man just happened to come round and had a brand new battery which he fitted in no time! Actually it was quite a good price although being a captive market doesn't help.

We also learned that the Funster crowd had invited themselves down to our patch tomorrow afternoon for “beer-o-clock”. Ah well, there goes the neighbourhood!

Incidentally if you want to get some idea of the Funsters, take a look at the website:

is a good starting point.

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