Oh Agadir! The end of the road for Europeans driving their motor caravans south. Grand hotels full of Europeans, vast shopping centres full of Europeans. A magnificent beach that looked far too dangerous to swim in. We overnighted and then headed north on a winding road that constantly showed another cliff, another bay full of wild Atlantic waves. We stopped at an argon nut and oil workshop, run, as they all are, by a women's cooperative. We were greeted by singing and and laborious hand cracking of argon nuts.
