Agadir and the Anti Atlas (Day 5, Morocco)

After two days of bedwetting, dad gave up on windsurfing in the off-shore gale of Essaouira.

Here - more peacefully - Brandon enjoys the boardwalk at Agadir, and contemplates his rockstar future (or rockstar past - whatever).

Many a local has mentioned that he has the look of the King (presumably Elvis).



The girls, as we wait in the morning for Brandon outside his hotel room (these rockstars always sleep so late, and the girls of course are up and ready to party on...)



As we drive inland behind the Atlas range, things get significantly more - how do you say - remote.

Here we have a classic blue south-Moroccan Mercedes taxi, with white roof and traditional backdrop.



We got lost out in the middle of nowhere.

Lucky us.

Since dad had pale legs, wore shorts (!), and spoke no Arabic - we get a personal guide (Omar) to take us across the valley floor.

These Moroccans are truly the nicest people dad has ever met (and let's not forget that he has been to Brazil...)

This is Omar on his 1 speed.