Dolce far niente

ಪ್ರಕಟಿಸಲಾಗಿದೆ: 11.11.2019

Honestly, we needed a break. Traveling can be quite exhausting. All the new impressions and constantly being on the go, the sun and the heat, the different culture and ever-changing environment.

So after the desert, we decided to go straight to the Atlantic. After two stops in Taliouine (the saffron capital) and Taroudant (which didn't impress us at all), we are heading north of Agadir towards the Atlantic.

When coming from the inland, the tourism here is overwhelming. Previously, it seems that hippies used to surf in this area, but today it's full of tourists. At the campsite, we see as many Swiss people as we haven't seen in the entire trip so far, and as always, many French seniors. But what's interesting is that there are also many Moroccan holidaymakers in the bungalows. For them, there are prayer rooms (strangely right next to the sanitation facilities) and the small pool is supervised by a lifeguard, as the women here do not swim and thus would not be able to rescue their children from the water.

For the little ones, there is also an inflatable castle playground. Milla immediately finds friends and is of course thrilled. Actually, we drove to the sea mainly because of Milla, but now it has become quite uninteresting...

It feels good to do nothing, to relax and not have to/want to move on soon. However, we won't miss the water park in the village, after all, it says: 'piscine pour femmes' (pool for women).
It's quite an expensive affair, around 32 Swiss francs for the whole family. The park is almost empty, only a few families, all Moroccans. At first, we feel a bit uncomfortable... the other parents are fully clothed and not swimming, only a few slides are operating, and the water is freezing cold. We take our time all day, observe the wealthier class of Moroccans, swim, and as the only adults, go on the now open slides. As I slide down there, I notice something else that I find strange here; no one screams, except for me. Milla loves it here, and so does Armon, as long as he doesn't get wet.
And then suddenly the water aerobics starts, with 6 French senior ladies and 3 young mothers in burkinis, I can hardly contain myself due to the absurdity and enthusiastically join in.

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