Our journey takes us inexorably southwards, driven by our longing for the endless expanse of the desert. In a small convoy consisting of just two vans, we head towards Oualidia. Today we have a whole 50 kilometres ahead of us - almost a whole day's ride.
When we arrive in Oualidia, our friends rush into a supermarket. We follow them and buy a new whisk. Finally, mashed potatoes again! Our old whisk, which had probably been around for 30 years, had forgotten how to whisk.
After the sterile, clinically clean supermarket, we are drawn to the lively weekly market. What a hustle and bustle, what life, what noise! And we're right in the middle of it all. Fresh bread here, juicy oranges there. On the next corner there is the smell of popcorn, while right next door chickens are first slaughtered and then plucked live. The shouts of the fruit and vegetable sellers echo above everything, loudly advertising their wares and trying to drown each other out.
"Madam, fresh bread?" or "Madam, fresh orange juice?" they call after me. I put on a stupidly friendly grin, staring into space. Never make eye contact, otherwise they'll have you, I tell myself and reply in my best possible French: "Non, merci", while I continue to walk past smiling stupidly. My new strategy works perfectly. "Monsieur, a juice for Madame?" they try Gerd. I move on, it's his business now.
At some point, we return to our Felix with full shopping bags filled with fruit, vegetables and fresh bread, drive to our pitch and treat ourselves to a siesta. Or a fiesta after all? Our travelling friends at the patisserie couldn't resist - and we totally understand - and so we once again have a Saxon coffee table, this time with Dördschen, as they say so beautifully. (Did I mention that I am probably one of the few people who find Saxon simply marvellous?)
Oualidia itself is a small, idyllic coastal town, which is best known for its picturesque lagoon and oyster farm. The town lies roughly between Casablanca and Essaouira. The protected lagoon of Oualidia is a feast for the eyes. The combination of turquoise-coloured water, golden sandy beaches and green cliffs makes for a dreamlike backdrop. Of course we have to take a photo or two.
Oualidia is widely known as the "oyster capital of Morocco". The oyster farms along the lagoon supply fresh seafood, which is served in the local restaurants. We may not be oyster fans, but in the evening we still found ourselves in one of the many seafood restaurants. However, the highlight was not the food, but a small kitten that made itself comfortable on Gerd's lap and apparently decided to live with him from now on. When we left the restaurant, it even followed him down the street. And he? Just left it there! It was so sweet!
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