Coolness overload (not us!)

We spent a total of three days in the cabin by the sea. Even though the view was outstanding, we never really felt at home. Cleanliness surely played the biggest role, but the odd hippie commune living there also contributed to a lack of coziness. However, the biggest problem was the animals. We are both big animal lovers, and when we even say that the animals were incredibly annoying, that says something. The flies were not only present at every square centimeter of our faces at all times, but they also lay dead on every single surface in the room over time. Then there were the cats... They were really a nuisance. We couldn’t leave any food unattended for even a second. They devoured everything and constantly meowed (not the cute meow but the really annoying one). We couldn’t even ventilate the stuffy room since they would jump into the open windows three seconds later. Moreover, the windows didn't close all the way and sometimes they even pushed them open, and we found them rolling around in our food bag; half of the bread was gone. And then there were the dogs... The dog from the hippie commune followed us everywhere, even to the beach. There, it tore at our backpacks and towels, carried our shoes away and played with them, even vomited and rubbed the leftovers on our clothes. But once it calmed down, it was sweet and somewhat clean. The other dogs that wandered around were more complicated. Thousands of fleas and bugs sprang from their fur and they didn’t seem completely harmless either. A giant wolf-like dog was ‘attacking’ our car the entire time we tried to drive away, barking aggressively. We really had to be careful not to run it over. However, the sea was beautiful and it was fun to watch the huge waves. Unfortunately, the garbage lying everywhere also relativizes this image. In the photo, it looks beautiful, but behind it are mountains of trash. So one day we set off in the car to a beach in a slightly more touristy place. Once we arrived, we realized it was a surfer village. Completely uncharming and dirty, the staff was unfriendly (the first time in Morocco) and of course, we could never surpass the coolness level of the other surfer tourists. Imagine the most stereotypical surfer boys and girls in the world and multiply that by 1000. That's exactly what you will find there. With ultra-cool poses, they leaned against their surfboards or moved across the sandy beach in a smooth Baywatch-style walk. Their long, curly hair with blonde streaks blew across their faces, and their stylish mustaches indicated they were not just 'typically beautiful' but also daring to be a bit cheeky, with subtle wave tattoos on their ankles, a minimalist artistic tattoo of a surfboard on their calves, and an anchor on their upper bodies to complete the look. You will find this species dressed either in wetsuits or in super hip billboard T-shirts. Next to them stood us. In merino shirts, hiking pants, and socially unacceptable Adidas shorts, with no ability to surf and the odd idea to want to swim right in the middle of this surf beach. We immediately felt ten years older. All in all, we were somewhat relieved when we left the accommodation. Especially Näthu, who is now suffering from severe back pain due to the extremely slanted bed. That's why today I (Barbara) drove the car. After the initial panic subsided, it went quite well. Upon arriving at the new riad, we could finally breathe out. It’s paradise here: Big, comfortable beds, seating on chairs! (even chairs that don’t have a backrest at a 70-degree angle), it smells good everywhere, the staff is wonderful, and everything is SO CLEAN! If we could turn back time, we would likely have left earlier and come here, but we have learned to appreciate comfort all the more.
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In the cabin by the sea, we spent a total of three days. Even though the view was excellent, we never felt at home. Cleanliness surely played the biggest role, but the odd hippie community living there also contributed to a feeling of coziness. However, the biggest problem was the animals. We are both huge animal lovers, and when we even say that the animals were incredibly annoying, then that really means something. Not only were the flies constantly present on every square centimeter of our faces, but over time there were also dead flies lying on every shelf in the room. Then there were the cats... They were truly a nuisance. We couldn’t leave any food unattended for even a second. They devoured everything and kept meowing (not the cute meow, but rather the really annoying one). We couldn’t even ventilate the stuffy room since they would jump into the open windows just three seconds later. Also, the windows wouldn't close entirely, and at times they even pushed them open, and we found them rolling around in our food bag; half of the bread was gone. And then the dogs... The dog from the hippie commune followed us everywhere, even to the beach. There, it tore our backpacks and towels to shreds, took our shoes away and played with them, and even vomited and rubbed the remnants on our clothes. But once it had calmed down, it was indeed sweet and relatively clean. The other dogs wandering around were more complicated. Thousands of fleas and bugs leapt from their fur, and they didn’t seem entirely harmless, either. A huge wolf-like dog kept ‘attacking’ our car while we were trying to leave, barking aggressively. We had to be really careful not to run it over. However, the sea was beautiful, and it was fun to watch the giant waves. Unfortunately, the litter lying around also altered this image. In the photo, it looks stunning, but behind it are heaps of garbage. So one day we set off in a car to a beach at a somewhat more touristy spot. Once we arrived there, we realized it was a surfer village. Completely unsightly and dirty, the personnel was unfriendly (the first time in Morocco), and we could never surpass the coolness level of the other surfer tourists. Imagine the most stereotypical surfer boys and girls in the world and multiply by 1000, and that's exactly what you’ll find. With their ultra-cool poses, they stood leaning against their surfboards or moved across the sandy beach in a leisurely Baywatch strut. Their long, curly hair with blonde highlights blew across their faces, and their cool mustaches revealed they weren’t just 'typically handsome,' but also dared to be a bit cheeky, with understated wave tattoos on their ankles, a minimalist artistic tattoo of a surfboard on their calves, and an anchor on their upper body for a solid finish. You can find this species wearing either wetsuits or super trendy billboard T-shirts. And right next to them stood us. Clad in merino shirts, hiking trousers, and socially unacceptable Adidas shorts with no surfing skills and the absurd idea of wanting to swim right in the middle of this surf beach. We felt at least ten years older immediately. Overall, we somehow felt relieved when we left the accommodation. Especially Näthu, who now suffers from severe back pain due to the extremely slanted bed. That’s why today I (Barbara) drove the car. After the initial panic faded, it actually went quite well. Once we arrived at the new riad, we breathed a sigh of relief. It’s paradise here: Big, comfortable beds, seating on chairs! (even chairs that don’t have a backrest at a 70-degree angle), everywhere smells great, the staff is wonderful, and everything is SO CLEAN! If we could turn back time, we would probably have left earlier and come here, but we have learned to appreciate comfort all the more.