==Terrace of the hotel in Essaouira with electrosambarubbishwithinfiniteloops from the bars' terraces nearby==

>Day 5
I wake up (many times by Juan snoring and hitting me with the elbow) with Juan shouting that the festival has been cancelled. NO FUCKING WAY!
It was meant to start today at noon but the police had seized the area.
Apparently they had permission to do the party from the local government but a blogger did a post on it qualifying it as a satanic ritual or something like that, so it turned out to be a matter of state security.
Some of the DJs are already on the way or arriving and willing to perform and some attendees also so we try to assemble an alternative party by summon an assembly at sunset for the people already in Essaouria.

We go out to eat some tajine and come back having a stroll along the beach. The tide is high and the water is brown as it seems to be washing all the sand, not very attractive.

Essauoira is a very tourist place. Full of the usual crap. Not my cup of tea. Very windy and cold by night too.

People is already having fun around this tourist town with super-expensive prices and places that serve alcohol, so just one girl that we met earlier on the street shows up for the sunset meeting I attempted to set up.
I even write a little sign to see if someone sees us and speak with the young french owner of a new juice shop that's meant to open tomorrow to see if he knew something or could redirect people to us.

After it the guys go to a place to drink some beers while me and the british girl try to find a public phone that works to call a couple of people involved in the festival. After lots of walking, dead phones and faulty ones we can finally place the calls. One goes straight to answering machine, the other seems engaged. No rose over this garden.

We go to find the guys that seem to be having fun in the backstreet bar and after one average bottle of cold pee I decide to come back to the hotel to check over the internet if there are any news about the festival and the outcomes. Not much actually.

It's eleven o'clock and I feel sad, but I don't wanna loose faith in having a nice trance party, at least for a day or two. We still have lots of energy to burn!
When the guys finally come back to the hotel we drink a bit of rum and listen to some music, and even play some games until late.

*Vocabulary for the chapter:
Lagheena/Il taga - cancelled/someone cancelled it