We had some Taxi struggle since we are here … the drivers do not necessarly know, how to get where. Also they don’t necessarly have a navigator on board. The taxi that picked us up in the hotel in Agadir called at the hostel we booked for the first week in Taghazout. That is a little Berber-fishermen-town 23 kilometers north, meanwhile more known for surfing than for fishing! The driver brought us somehow to the top of the town, he stopped almost like “in the middle of nowhere”. He called the hostel again and than another car stopped right in front of us and two men were getting out.
Our driver opend his door, hopped out and opend my door. From the other side the two men told Ryan to get out and get into their car …? Did they really say that? Ryan and I immediatly thought the same: They gonna robb us! We screamed at the taxi driver as he opend the boot, that we are not going anywhere, he shall bring us straight to the hostel. He did not speak much English and pointed at the other guys and mummbled something “with down the hill”. I closed my door, telling everyone I am not going anywhere.
Ryan than left indeed with the younger one, a meanwhile also scared looking boy, they disappeared somewhere “downhill” – and my vanguard came back after five minutes with good news: the hostel was there! It all simply seemed too weird, as we thought we were dropped off in a city – and than there was no city anywhere, haha… We figured out, that our accomodation was on the very top of Taghazout and that it is difficult to approach the entrance as it is just a steep gravelroad leading there.
The “Ryane Guesthouse” was named after the owner’s kid, so that we heard that name numerous times while we were there. Not just that, but those kids there where screaming and playing constantly the whole day and till midnight, it was a nightmare… Than there were wild dogs, they were also barking constantly, but mainly it seamed as the kids stoped screaming in the night – than the dogs became the dominant sound in the neigborhood after twelve… In general we can say, that they are all staying up late, and therefor sleep longer – earpluggs are very helpful!!
But the food was great, the younger hostel-guy, Osama, was not weirded out no more from our dramatic arriving and made us our second Tajine, that special Morrocan dish we ate first time in Agadir the day before – from him homemade it was even better! What a warm welcome! 🙂 🙂 Osama was really great and very nice! The breakfast made by him next day was also awesome, I was happy, that we stay for a while, so I could enjoy the traditional Moroccan morning more often 🙂
On the first evening we went into a restaurant, it was a bit more expensive, as we figured out later it was attached to a bigger hotel and so it was more exclusive! Also they were “serving alcohol”, what normally is quite difficult to get here! And the pizza was 10€ instead of the normal 4-5€ here – as we know now quite expensive! But we learned. I was not that hungry and just enjoyed the traditional Maroccan tea which I already had for breakfast! But for lunch next day I wanted something yummy and ordered a simply but super delicious Moroccan salad and a big pistachio milkshake, sooo good, now I was even more excited to try lot’s of traditional Marrocan dishes! 🙂