Leaving the hotel early, we hopped into a van to take the two hour trip to Essaouira, a smaller coastal town on Morocco’s Atlantic Coast. This is a city that has gone through several iterations. Established early as a trading post by the Phoenicians, followed later by the Carthaginians, then the Romans and then the Arabs. For centuries Essaouira was Morocco’s foremost trading port. Years of conflict, both internal and with the European powers, it became more and more a military base. When colonization finally came, the importance of this port city declined to the point that it was more important as a fishing center than either a military base or a trading center. Skip forward a couple of centuries and the hippies of the 60’s and 70’s find this place. Wait a decade or two, and now the tourists start to arrive. Tourism is the leading industry in Essaouira today.
I just can't see enough of the Atlas Mountains
Back in Marrakech, we had a final get together with our travel group. We collectively remembered the beautiful buildings and the broken elevators, the peaceful gardens and the anarchy on the streets, the precision of our tour operators and lost luggage, the remarkable meals and oranges falling from the sky and, of course, the friendships we made with the Moroccan people and our fellow travelers. We said our goodbyes, exchanged eMail addresses and made promises that I hope we will all fulfill.
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