Uncharming snakes: 3 more days in Morocco

Waking from the dead sick.

Agadir was getting me down – no helpful tourist information and a decidedly un-backpacker-friendly atmosphere – it was time to move on. A bit of haggling, a bit of transferring more money to my bank card, and a bit more sleep (I still felt less than 100%), and I found myself in a small van with a tour guide named Youness from Casablanca and an older couple from Sweden, Jan and Susann.

We drove out of Agadir by the northbound coast road, past the fishing and industrial ports. The sky was blue, the landscape dusty brown