After a quick overnight in Casablanca, Berberman and I head cross country to the Mid Atlas Mountains. The landscape changes from flat, fertile farmland to dusty, dry earth, then to the more dramatic hills of the mountains, dotted with olive trees, as we travel southeast.
Another day driving along the west coat of Morocco, and another beach. This time just outside of the city of El Jadida. There’s something to be said about visiting beaches in the off season, when the sea, the sky and the sand belong to no one but you.
It was lunchtime (again!) and Berberman turned off the main coast road down an unmarked road to the seaside village of Oualidia. “Lots of waves here,” he says. “Lots of surfers in the summertime.” We parked and head to the beach. The wind was brisk and a little chilly. But the mood on the beach was festive. There were no tourists in Oualidia now. Just some in-the-know Moroccans enjoying the day’s catch grilled to perfection on the beach.
An old fisherman comes up to us to show us his buckets of shellfish and sea urchins.
Then we choose our fish – sardines for Berberman, and a fat fish for me.
En route on the coast road to El Jadida, we stopped at Safi to stretch our legs on the boardwalk (well, concrete walk actually) at the small town of Safi. I was struck by the vivid blue paint and the horizontal lines.