>Day 6
We wake up late and do the usual throughout the day. We meet up with Sarah again and while checking places to eat a youg moroccan couple approaches us and ask us about the festival. They tell us that there may be something going on in Sidi Kaouki, a beach south of Essaouira. There's hope again.
After some food we pack things and decide to go there to check what's going on. When we arrive to Sidi Kaouki we find ourselves in a nice beach, much better than the one in the city, and well suited for surfers.
Driving up and down along the coast I spot a group that fit in my mental profile of people that came for the festival. I run through the dessert sand and dunes of the beach to reach them. Two lovely black ladies that speak french tell me that there's a house nearby hosting the people that came to the festival and had nowhere to stay, and the performers. Great! we finally have something.
We find the place and get in. Not very friendly inhabitants populate the chalet by the beach, with swimming pool and big garden. I use my usual charismatic sociopathy to cut through the french antipathy and find out that there was a party there last night and they are planning on doing another one this night. We found a trance party!!
We leave the place very happy and try to find a place to get some dinner before everything starts. Finally a suitable candidate appears amongst the few places available. A group of people starting a bonfire signals the place. They even have some drinks in there. A lovely decorated space with nice moroccan people by the fire, a gothy sofa, a trunk/water tap and tajine are there.
The moroccans let me use their phone to contact Driss and Hassan. They are gathering in Tefna, a beach 24 Km south from there.
We finally finish the dinner at that cosy place and head back to the place the organizers had set up and find more people by the door. That looks good.
Well, it's not, it's actually people being left out as the owner of the place doesn't like more people to come in and they told us that it's a staff-only party. WTF?!
I mange to get in as I forgot my phone inside the first time. I manage to speak with a few of the people in there but they don't seem to give a shit about the situation outside. I come out again to encounter a strong discussion between a moroccan backpacker that came for the festival and one of the organizers.
It's getting tense. After a few minutes we decide that to the hell with their private party and head towards Tefna.
On the way we stop a few times to ask and even in Smimou, a stinky hole/town to get another moroccan mobile phone as it's taken much longer than expected. After couple of hours, past the beach where the and festival was meant to happen -guarded by police, we find the place.
As we arrive to that remote site we see some torches on the beach. A closer looks reveals what seem to be police kicking out a few people. Not good.
I drive until the light of the settlement fades out and request again a phone call from a mobile. Our new friends are having fun 15 minutes away, following the beach line. After all is done the police shows up and tells us that there's nothing in there and that we cannot camp. WTF?!
We walk towards the illuminated beach to look as innocent tourists going to the beach by night -it was past 2am already- to do some joggling and see the police checking the mobile phone we used from the locals. WTF?!
After some minutes we start walking along the beach to see if we can finally find someone. The beach was long.
There's a problem with moroccan people and numbers in indications. It's like inverse bargaining. What ever they tell you, it's always more than twice the distance or the time they tell you it will take you.
After what seems a long time and crossing a little river of tide coming down the covers up to the ankles we see some lights. There they are, camping and laughing. They are very happy to see us too.
They tell us that the police got their number form before and called them several times to warn them to leave the beach at once. They ignored it.
So our little gathering starts.
After one or two hours there me and Juanjo decide to go back to the car to pick out stuff. On the way there the little river is not little anymore. It covers a bit above the knees and with a strong current from the tide coming up.
After we come back we find out that it took us an hour and a half and not the 30 minutes expected by their previous indications.
I fall sleep observing the beauty of the beach valley with the sunrise.
>Day 7
I wake up and see most of the people awake. Then I find out that all of our new friends are moroccan and some with wealth.
They told me that the police came while I was sleeping and that we have to un-camp by 6 pm. It's around noon.
We go to swim for a bit. This atlantic beach is very new to me. Nice smooth sand and strong waves in the water. I manage to swim naked as I have nothing underneath my trousers and there's almost nobody where we are.
I manage to get to know some of them better in a less intoxicated state and we start packing up the settlement. There's a rumour about a trance rave party even more south, in Agadir state, away from Essaouira police reach. About 3 hours south.
We say goodbye to our moroccan mates hoping to see them again at the rave party. We want to take off quickly as Abduki has a plane to catch in a couple of days and it's a long trip finding the party and dropping him back in Marrakech.
We stop in a little town to put some petrol and to check in internet if there's some update about the festival and we find out that one of the deco guys has managed to get a club in Essaouira where 3 DJs will perform.
We meet Hassan again as he stops at the same petrol station and I realize that I need a moroccan SIM card in order to communicate properly with the locals. He helps me getting one for 20 Dh. I also get a USB/radio adapter to play more music than the 2 CDs Abduki burnt in Chaouen, but the device won't connect properly to the bloody hole in the Suzuki and keeps on disconnecting, making the experience quite bad.
We buy lots of ice creams in that town with very nice people and we decide to come back to Essaouira for the party.
When we arrive we manage to get a nice apartment in the centre for 1050 Dh for two days in the centre of the medina for the 5 of us, so we can rest, cook and after party.
Juan cooks a nice meal with tempura and avocado and we go to the party. So finally trance party it is!
The place is a posh venue just outside the medina and we get invited to sit in a table as we come in. No way! We came to dance, not to enjoy a white wine watching at the other people eat and drink.
The music finally starts while there are still two tables eating.
It's progressive, it's all right. Second is more elevator techno than anything. At last finally some trance, but still nothing surprising.
The place is filled with managers and bouncers watching us. The drinks are super-expensive. We get in for free but moroccan people has to pay around 100 Dh to get in. We keep on going out through the party to drink some stuff we brought from Spain. It finishes by 3. So not a good experience.
After it we go home to keep on partying until next night -awesome pillow fight included.
>Day 8
After party and resting.
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