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Day 2 - Essaouira to Marrakech

sunny 33 °C

7 July

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The port of Essaouira has some of the biggest seagulls I’ve ever seen and is absolutely teeming with cats. From the beach to the medina - they are everywhere. According to the Lonely Planet, “The laid-back attitude, plum accommodation, artsy atmosphere, bracing sea breezes and picture-postcard ramparts make Essaouira a firm favourite on the traveller’s trail. It’s the kind of place where you’ll sigh deeply and relax enough to shrug off your guarded attitude and just soak up the atmosphere.” http://www.lonelyplanet.com/morocco/the-atlantic-coast/essaouira. Ok, well that last bit might be over-stating it a bit but Essaouira certainly was a beautiful place to visit and a nicely low-key training ground for medina interaction prior to our arrival in Marrakech.

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After mint tea in the main square and a matter-of-fact encounter with a squat toilet, I walked in the sunshine, through the souks of the small medina. People called to me to sell their souvenirs but with far less insistence than the shop-keepers of South-East Asia. I was able to practise the odd greeting or comment in my clumsy Arabic to gob-smacked expressions and exclamations in English, “You speak Arabic?!” Whether these were genuine surprise or another bid to engage you in conversation I didn’t really know. A few shops up, I indulged my burgeoning cotton scarf addiction that began in Granada and eased my way back into bargaining.

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After a vegetable tagine for lunch in a rooftop restaurant overlooking the port we reassembled and left for Marrakech. Along the way, we stopped at an Argan oil cooperative which our guide had explained to us the day before.

The following comes from http://www.al-bab.com/maroc/env/argan.htm: and includes a photo we took at the manufacturers we visited and, while this may be of limited interest to some, it is particular to Morocco and I wanted it to form part of this trip record - feel free to skip down of course!

“THE ARGAN tree (argania spinosa) is perfect for a harsh environment, surviving heat, drought and poor soil. It is little known outside Morocco, and many Moroccans themselves have never heard of it because it grows only in the south-west of the country - roughly between Essaouira and Agadir, in an area covering 700,000-800,000 hectares. But within the area where the argan grows there are about 21 million trees which play a vital role in the food chain and the environment, though their numbers are declining.

The tree, which is thorny and can reach heights of 8-10 metres, probably originated in Argana, a village north-east of Agadir (off Route 40). It lives longer than the olive and requires no cultivation.

The trunk of the argan is often twisted and gnarled, allowing goats to clamber along its branches and feed on the leaves and fruit.

The fruit has a green, fleshy exterior like an olive, but larger and rounder. Inside, there is a nut with an extremely hard shell, which in turn contains one, two or three almond-shaped kernels.

When goats eat the fruit, the fleshy part is digested but the nut remains. Later, the nuts are collected by farmers to produce oil.

The production of argan oil, which is still mostly done by traditional methods, is a lengthy process. Each nut has to be cracked open to remove the kernels, and it is said that producing one litre of oil takes 20 hours' work.

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Argan oil is slightly darker than olive oil, with a reddish tinge. It can be used for cooking and is claimed to have various medicinal properties, such as lowering cholesterol levels, stimulating circulation and strengthening the body’s natural defences. Internationally, there is some interest in its possible cosmetic uses.

The residue from the kernels after oil extraction is a thick chocolate-coloured paste called "amlou" which is sweetened and served as a dip for bread at breakfast time in Berber households. It flavour is similar to that of peanut butter.

The wood and nut-shells of the argan tree are burned for cooking; the wood is also used decoratively in some of the inlaid boxes which are made in Essaouira. The roots of the argan tree grow deep in search of water, helping to bind the soil and prevent erosion.

Households that make their own argan oil tend to use if for general cooking. Because it is expensive to buy, others may use it more sparingly - flavouring salads, for example. A few drops stirred into couscous just before serving give it a rich, nutty aroma.
Argan production is still basically a cottage industry, managed largely by women. But many people believe that if the oil became better known it could provide more employment in the region as well as enhancing the environment.

Bottles of what pass for argan oil are sold along the roadsides between Essouira and Agadir, but is difficult to tell if they are genuine. Because the oil commands a high price, sellers are often tempted to dilute it with cheaper oils. Some bottles simply contain olive oil, coloured with paprika or other substances.”

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We arrived in Marrakech - the reddest city I’ve seen (all buildings must be painted the same, red earth colour) and checked into our basic but pleasant hotel. As promised, Marrakech in July pushes the mercury and so we were collectively delighted to find the hotel pool.

The evening’s dinner was included as part of the tour and with a hint of busy Djemma El Fna square in the distance we drove through the streets to a palace converted to restaurant. We enjoyed a traditional Moroccan salad, couscous and tagine meal complemented by some rather costly bottles of wine and a show of music, song and belly-dancing. Something about a half-naked girl jiggling about seemed at odds with the generally conservative environment. After spectacularly poured mint tea we returned to our hotel for the night.

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Posted by echo75 06:39 Archived in Morocco

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