The night where I ended up eating tajine at 2 am with a bunch of strangers
The set is a small surftown in Morocco, home to 4335 people. It’s a sunny June afternoon.
But let’s go back a couple months to a hostel dorm in Granada, Spain. As I walked in after a long day – I noticed someone new in the dorm – said hi, and about an hour later found myself still talking to her. A mere 36 hours later, we were sitting in Sevilla, laptop in front of us, cancelling her flight to Australia, and booking some flights to Morocco.
So here we go, on a road trip from Agadir, to Sidi Kaouki, playing real life MarioKart on the Moroccan roads – trying not to hit the constant stream of bicycles, trucks, donkeys, chickens and kids crossing our ways.
After a long day, we safely arrived to Sidi Kaouki, checked into our hostel – and went to watch the sunset. After 10 minutes I looked at my dear friend and said: ‘would you like to stay another night here?’ The answer was an immediate ‘yes’.
Trying to seem local, we sat in one of the only cafés, ordering a Moroccan tea. Talked for at least an hour about our crazy lives before going to the bar trying to pay for our tea. While sorting out the unfamiliar coins, we chatted to the owner. He found out we both surf – and went: ‘you pay tomorrow, come, there is a party on the rooftop’.
We looked at each other with Miriam, both thinking this isn’t the smartest idea, but let’s do it for the plot.
So, we went up, and had the best conversations with some crazy surfers – and got told to be there tomorrow morning, because we’re going surfing!
Needless to say, the next day was filled with laughter, and to be honest, I don’t even remember how exactly did we end up talking to some more crazy surfer guys – but we somehow found ourselves invited to a Moroccan home for dinner.
After dancing, playing the drums, endless card games and running back to get some more bread for dinner, we looked at the clock and it was already 5 am.
Oh, and what happened the next day… well, my parents are reading these blogs so let that remain a mystery.