Morocco - The Merdja Zerga lagoon near Moulay Bousselham

Morocco - The Merdja Zerga lagoon near Moulay Bousselham

The Merdja Zerga lagoon near Moulay Bousselham is a true paradise for us amateur ornithologists. Designated a nature reserve since 1978, it offers an impressive variety of bird species that are just waiting to be discovered through our binoculars. But instead of devoting ourselves to this ornithological treasure trove (we only remember the next day that we have binoculars with us), we enjoy the bright sun (again without sun cream, of course) in our comfortable armchairs, read, knit this jumper that will never be finished (in between I think about wearing a belly shirt again), drink aromatic Arabic coffee and marvel at the fascinating interplay of ebb and flow in the lagoon.

As enchanting as the nature is, the village of Moulay Bousselham itself does not leave a lasting impression on us. The village looks like a desolate nest of streets that ends at a large car park - not exactly inviting. But that doesn't bother us much, as our focus is on the lagoon and doing nothing anyway.

As soon as we arrive, a hobby skipper approaches us and offers us a boat tour. But we're not in the mood for adventure. "I just want to sit here!" I'm inclined to say. But will my joke be understood here? Has Loriot actually been translated into other languages? I'd have to do some research.

It's low season: quiet and tranquil, so we have the lagoon almost to ourselves. A few other campers have the same idea, but we leave each other alone.

As bird lovers, we get our money's worth here. There should actually be flamingos here, but instead it's probably storks. Have they flown away? What's going on here? We don't see any little ringed plovers or rare short-eared owls - or don't recognise them. So we photograph the sun as it rises and sets high above the lagoon. The fishing boats sail along romantically and the small restaurant, where we spend the night in the car park, serves a delicious breakfast and a perfect tajine for dinner. Today the Felix kitchen remains cold.

Only Gerd's forehead doesn't stay cold in the evening. He may well have caught a little sunburn. He always claims that he never gets sunburnt, after all, he's a southerner. And me? I just believe him, I'm from Berlin, which is really further north than Bern.

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