Mirleft Polar Express Under the pavement the beach?
A formula linked eternally to May 68, but to enjoy our beautiful long weekend National Christmas, our beach we went to look for southbound south in search of good weather. We found and fine weather and beaches, in a Baghdad coffee
seaside
Mirleft (the prince of turnips in Berber) is a city that lives like a stroke of heart . Before
to achieve it, we already saw a road movie fascinating. Landscapes breathtaking, photo stops repeating the stories that parade, the colorful characters, Morocco stands proudly that his first role.
Pluuuuuusieurs hours later, at a bend, it appears, nonchalantly. At first, I must admit that this town does not look.
They say that, as usual, prescribers have done too much.
Never mind. Spend the night, and at worst, we will play the elbow with the colony which was invaded Casaou Marrakech.
We will not have to do. The soul of Mirleft will bewitch us with a lot of Tafoukt (sun) and Aman (water).
The next day we go in search of iodine and the most enchanting white sand.
arrived in El Gzira, the sky is literally falling on his head. We fever during the 15 minutes where the rain confined in the local coffee shop, surrounded by mud.
We took the opportunity to film the fishermen, located on inner tubes XL, and remain off the power to flee from shore. Then
Tafoukt most sparkling returns, and we Ruona on the sand in search of a tan that decimated temporarily the whiteness of aspirin.
Halfway through cooking, we decided to go play Amazons and Robinson Crusoe, in search of recesses and caves that we will find and we take shots at the Japanese positions in the unlikely +.
The day ended mode crayfish, and in the evening, no nonsense. This is not the place. Fascinating discussions and stories of globetrotting backpackers around a Berber tagine, or hopeless for city dwellers, couci couci dinner in the guesthouse in (necessarily high) on the corner, not pretentious or a drink in the hotel bar Reference " the main avenue.
The next day we go to discover the Mirleft seen from above, and villagillons around, driving small cars to 4 wheel nervous.
I am for Peter Fonda in Easy Rider
, except I am strapped into my helmet and floating our monitor turns every 2 seconds to verify that we are not running into the ditch. It is with the rock'n roll you can!
Especially on this day that the charm mirleftien subjugates us. In
hilltops Wuthering Heights, the view of nature pre-desert operates at 100%. The
discovery of the wild beach in the afternoon (kms of sandy, Atlantic "vagueux" which comes to throw himself on the banks, and virtually no plagist) will complete the last hesitations practitioners shy of the urban jungle that we are .
The next day we leave Mirleft smiling, the proud thong, tube biafine gutted retinal persistence of all these beautiful landscapes, and hearts filled with kindness and humanity of the local inhabitants. The
Nass El Ghiwane play in a loop along the journey (10 hours, including breakfast and a break of one hour cap on toll Settat!) And
Fine Ghadi Bia khouya hymn of the stay will be imposed and the Moroccan found. Casa
we missed, but leave the silent world of Mirleft to plunge into the "tebkhira casaouia" (thank you Hoba Hoba) will be difficult. The Rise of tomorrow will be even more.
PS: This is really brief summary of a city that was trying to think outside the box ... there Mirleft the surfer, the post-hippy Mirleft the Mirleft retirement inspirational rocker (the 2 Jimmy Hendrix and Page, have stayed), the sixtieth anniversary Mirleft ... Mirleft not meant FRAM or fluff! And especially
Mirleft found himself ... it reads not:)
