On the Atlantic coast southwards

The Imperial Cities of Alawites – Meknes and Rabat

After our border crossing at Sebta (Ceuta) we follow the N13 south to Tetouan, to drive there on the N2 west direction Tanger, until we turn left onto the R417 sometime in a southwesterly direction to Larache.

The navigation system has yet been loaded, the map of Europe, so we are practically in Morocco without Navi go.

In the unusual traffic conditions and other streetscape (thicker streets on the map, can be real even narrower!), then we already doubt, whether the diversion still comes or we are over it already.

We come without detours to Larache.

As soon as we are at the campsite, Mike and Sue are from Canada ahead, we have known for Tarifa. Nice, that we meet you here again!

In the square, we change Euros into Dirhams, since one here gets the most Dirhams for the euro-denominated Reisehandbuch.

From Larache offer themselves as the next stations Rabat or Meknes. We decide to Meknes and say goodbye again by Canadians, who want to Rabat.

The N1 we follow south to Souk el Arba-du-Rharb, and then take the R413 via Sidi Kacem to Meknes-. Meknes is therefore the first of the four imperial cities, we visit.

The road to the campground is relatively easy to find, but performs the Ville Imperiale. We doubt, if we go through the second, of about 400 Match years old gates.

It is indeed the way to the campsite, but even the large RVs are usually lower than we.

The soldier guarding the Royal Palace confirmed the way to the campsite and thinks, that we should go through.

We trust the thing not quite! Just at that moment driving through a bus. Nix as afterwards - but goes!

From the campsite we go through the "Ville Imperiale" along the long walls toward Medina.

We watch storks on the ruins of the royal palace.

Between "Ville Imperiale" and Medina is the impressive Mausoleum Mulay Ismail.

Of course, should the court Place el Hedim and probably the most famous goal in Morocco - Bab El Mansour – not lacking in our visit. From "Place el Hedim" we take a trip to the nearby Souk.

Right next to the campsite we visit the huge granary and the ruins of the stables of Mulay Ismail, in which 12.000 Horses could be accommodated at the same time.

The guide explains, that four horses were tied to a pillar. So that makes 3.000 Pillar! The roof is during the great earthquake of Lisbon (1755) collapsed.

Next door is a huge "pool" (ca. 400 m x 100 m x 4 m), of the 500 Women Moulay Ismail was available for bathing.

Our guide contradicts what many travel books and thinks, that the pool was used as a water supply for the horses and for agricultural irrigation.

Because of the deteriorating weather, we do not want you to royal city Fes, but to the coast to Rabat, the next King City. This time we take the fee-based and quick motorway.

Just before we get into such a strong Rabat Showers, that immediately is the water in the streets. As we approach the campsite in Sale, are ca. 10 Campers in succession on the road.

We think, that gathers a group of tourists and drive slowly past it. Front arrived we see, that leading by a slight valley road is completely flooded.

It is difficult to estimate, how deep the water is. But deeper than one meter, it is not intended. We'll play by.

The weather is getting worse, es regnet stark, Storm coming on, Roofs on neighboring buildings are covered and we wonder, when the campsite absäuft.

The "Travel radio" reports, that the ferry service with Spain was set. Then the weather from day to day will be better and we can start our tour.

From Sale we can walk on the bridge "Pont Mulay Al Hassan" about the "Bou Regreg Qued" to Rabat.

We will visit the landmarks of Rabat, den Tour Hassan (Hassanturm), and the mausoleum Mohammed V.

The construction of the tower was in Hassa 12. Jh. started. Here is the world's largest Islamic mosque should be built, and the Hassan Tower should be the associated Minaret.

The work was never completed. Originally a height was of 80 planned m, whereby only a height of 44 m was achieved.

Quite impressive is the "Kasbah of Quadias", of which we can easily reach the nearby Souk.

Before leaving Rabat towards Casablanca, we bunkers in Marjane again the food, the move is not so easy to come by.

This also includes a few bottles of red wine and beer Moroccan, because in Marjane alcoholic beverages may be sold.

»We rode in the morning, Casablanca to the west,
On the Atlas mountain foothills leading down to Marrakesh …
We could wait no more, in the burning sands on the ride to Agadir. ... "

Who does not remember this famous line by Mike Batt, incident us in our journey to Casablanca again past! The song is quickly found on the MP3 player.

However, our "Ride To Agadir" does not lead to the interior via Marrakech, but along the coast via El Jadida with its long sandy beaches.

In El Jadida waren 250 Years the Portuguese and rebuilt the medina from the fort.

An underground cistern, which was already used for filming, also dates from this period.

In El Jadida we meet again to Mike and Sue from Canada.

Then it goes on about Safi after Essaouria. Ca. 20 km east of Essaouria we spend nice days on the beautiful campsite Le Calme, the middle of a 3 hectare forest of Arganienbäumen located.

Essaouria is a former pirate's nest, known for its Portuguese fort, the Purple Islands and for wood inlays. We make a city tour, which leads us through the bustling Souk.

Of course we also visit a store, where the famous wood inlays are sold. Here we discover some really nice furniture and other utensils made of wood.

Shortly before Agadir we want on the supposed best campsite in Morocco, dem Atlantica Parc, are a few days.

The very touristic place offers all care options, including clean and spacious internet café with faster connectivity.

Here we also, since the artist Rachid Nabil the "gecko" substitute sticker on the vehicle by hand-painted pictures.

So, Now it's on to Agadir and then to the Western Sahara.

But this: With Mike Batt was wrong:

»We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France.«

He did not know then, that "will provide Rapido 'and' Pilote 'half of France with campers. And they are all here! French - French everywhere. France must be deserted!

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“The meaning of travel is,
to correct our fantasies by reality.
Instead of us imagine the world, as it could be,
we see it, how she is.”
(Samuel Johnson, 1696-1772)