Viva Las Vegas

Dear Denis, on this hottest of Sundays,

We were supposed to go to Essouria for the weekend, but we didn't take the Lonely Planet guide seriously when it directed us to buy our bus tickies one day prior to departure. As we had our mind set on the beach, we chose the next best option that had a bus leaving on Thursday evening: Agadir, aka Las Vegas, Morocco. So, people say that Agadir is a lot like Vegas and isn't really authentic Morocco. Agadir was totally wiped out from this huge earthquake in the 60's and they rebuilt the whole place in a very....ummm modern, let's say, style. There's lots of neon signs and bright lights and tons of enormous all inclusive type huge hotels (in a moment of total desperation when we could not find any cafes open because of Ramadan, we snuck into one such resort and were quickly denied food as we clearly were not guests of the place and were forced to hit the streets again). Anyway, the whole "soul-less," "inauthentic" thing that people complain about Agadir didn't really bother us much and upon getting to the amazing beach, I couldn't care less how much neon surrounded us. Agadir, CHIN UP! Your beaches are perfect, your sand is absolutely flawless, your water is impeccable and your cool sea breeze made us shed a tear after the heat we've been dealing with in the 'Kech. So to anyone thinking of taking a jaunt to this southern most beach town, I wouldn't listen to the Agadir nay-say-ers. Totes worth it.

Quite freckled,
Julia