Heading south

Although my name is not Jonathan, I am living ( stone ) seagul. You may call me Bill.
I'm flying overhead and I spot these two castaways needing a little nudge on their journey to the lands of warmer sunshine and glistening waters. They slowly take the hint and finish off their business in El Jadida. Which was,.......to have a fish feast in the finest establishment the port had to offer! The harbour side cafe.

And what a feast they had. A plate piled high with all sorts of fish, lightly battered and deep fried. Grilled sardines, salads and bowls of hot liquids. All for the pricey sum of 100 dirhams or£8 for the two of them. And they knew they were being taken for at least 2 of  those equivalent English pounds but the person asking for the cash was the one in the photo above on the left, who although female rather resembled a welsh prop forward from the fine game of rugby ( we seagulls get around ) and neither of our intrepid duo cared to challenge her on the addition!!
So with heavy rain approaching, off they set. Guided only by myself and the luck of all Gods as the roads were at first atrocious, the weather ugly and the bus drivers crazy.
 So I took them into fine weather and the tourist trap of Essaouira where they did their best to be sociable, beating off the touts and refusing many offers of hashish! They did strike gold at a backstreet vegetable seller, who took delight at Ted's insistence in adding up the cost of each item in Arabic as well as asking for said vege's by name in local lingo. Great amusement was had by all, especially as the wandering hippie actually managed to get not only his maths right but also the language as well. ( up to a point of course )

They also went for a late evening walk amongst the fishing boats where many of my friends and relatives were dining on a fine feast of our delight, namely fish guts.