We were at search that morning for a laundromat and found one not so -matic but was a pressing boutique that sold his services per kilo. It was a good deal considering it would take just about 3 hours.
It drizzled quite a bit also that morning. Seemed that the rain didn't want to leave us just yet but I loved that light rain effect on a port city that enhances the smell of the sea. In a way we were indulging ourselves with the knowledge that the wait would be lovely. Our breakfast contained 4 black coffees, 2 chocolate croissant, 2 almond gâteaux, 1 mocca millefille, 2 glasses of orange juice, 1 glass of avocado juice and lots of time. We took a relaxing walk around the wall, to the top of the sea front tower, in the back stables where the wood craftworkers laboratory/shops were and then off the the port. There is a wide opening, a piazza just before the port entrance where you see more seagulls than people even if the place was packed with tourists. Red remembered a corner where 5 years ago he took a photo of a man surrounded by seagulls that was later used for the cover of his ex rock band 'Baxaico'. That corner was right infront of the port where fishermen unload their catch and men clean them for immediate selling at the fish market at 5 meters away. Red then noticed a man surrounded by seagulls putting on a tarp coat and it was the same man from 5 years ago but he's not sure if the seagulls were the same. .
Essaourira looked like a city above the clouds that morning. We had a feverish torpor all morning. A part of me didn't want to leave. I had liked a little too much this vibrations on Essaouira.
As we took our clean clothes and prepared to leave, only when exiting from the hotel we noticed that the back tire of the Aprilia was flat. Seemed like everytime we decide to part there is always some problem before. Risking to be late again, we found a cyclist on another side of the walled city that changed the tire with a made in China original branded 'Sando' and immediately left.
The ride to Agadir was tranquil and we did a beautiful path of vallies of the coast entering to a path right next to the beach crowned by the valley on the other side. As day turned night we were riding accompanied by the lighthouse of Cape Rhir that was an entertaining addition to the road. The lights of Agadir were sighted about 55 kms away and by that time it was completely dark.
Around 35 kms from the city at a busstop of a small village Red rode over a puddle of water which as actually a whole 30cm deep and blew the recently changed Sando tire.
The people at the bus stop were quite helpful. They knew of the hole and evidently it was not the first time they see vehicles ride over it... Seemed like there were people there waiting just to see something happen.. I mean why don't someone do something about it? One man proposed we take the bus and put the motorcycles on it. Another had a better solution and called his brother with a van that later drove us to the nearest tire shop open. It was around 7.30pm and we took again our share of rain earlier and were shivering. The nearest shop is a small bike shop in a small village about 10km away where an old man could provide with a new tire but engineered a cover for the slashed back tire just sufficient enough so that we can ride again to Agadir and fix it the next morning.
Agadir is a modern city and a frequent reference of chic sea life. The hotels were big and new. And a cruiser was present at the port that night. We had a hard time understanding where the city center is found but managed to get information. While finally entering center, the Aprilia decides to die away. It couldn't start. And then maybe roared again after a wait of 4 minutes. We were looking for a hotel and struggling with the motorbike. That was on and off repeatedly. Even after we found lodging it was still a huge struggle to find a parking to guard the motorbikes.
Dinner at Snack Spot Bronx and bed.
CD photo (2003)
Same man...same pace (2010)
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