I spent the day by the pool on the edge of the ocean, listening to the waves, enjoying the early winter sun and reading a good book.
When it was time for lunch, we ventured out of our heavenly hotel into the town of Mirleft.
It is a small town in Moroccan standards, mostly a stretch of road about two hundred meters long, with stores, cafes and small low budget hotels on both sides.
They were doing major roadwork on the main road in the middle of town, in preparation for the peak tourist season, and the road pavement was torn up which made the town a bit dusty.
We chose a restaurant in the middle of town, and ate a forgettable lunch.
On the other side of the beach road facing the ocean, as you turn to the beach you will notice young men running towards you, waving sets of keys and asking if you are looking to rent a beachfront apartment.
The next day after breakfast, we drove to see Sidi Ifni.
Initially, when we were planning our trip, by just looking at a map of Morocco, we planned to stay two nights in Mirleft and two nights in Sidi Ifni.
But when we found this great place to stay on the water in Mirleft, and saw that Sidi Ifni offered mostly backpackers’ level of accommodation, we changed our minds and decided to visit Sidi Ifni as a day trip.
Sidi Ifni was a Spanish military post town, situated strategically above the Sahara, on the ocean.
It was given back to Morocco in 1969, after Morocco blocked the road access through their country and did not allow the Spaniards any land access.
Now it still has the remains of the old Spanish jail, as well as many art deco buildings and Spanish architecture.
Most of the buildings have suffered from the harsh sun, the salty waters and by the passing time.
We came upon a Sunday market souk.
It was a humble affair of fruits, vegetables, live chickens and turkeys, as well as clothes and everyday household items.
Most of the buildings were painted white, with their doors and windows painted a striking blue.
Sidi Ifni is an interesting beach town at the edge of the desert, filled with locals who live there for hundreds of years, visited by a small number of young tourists mostly on a budget, looking to surf, relax and smoke Kif.
We drove back to Mirleft and sat in a beachfront cafe, where they made us Moroccan salads, Frites and ice cream for dessert.
This is our last night in the southern beaches.
Tomorrow we drive to the beaches of Agadir, which is the most touristy beach resort in all of Morocco.
People told us NOT to stay there and instead just to pass by it, maybe have lunch there.
But I decided not to listen to this advice.
I want to see Morocco for what it IS, not for what I WISH it would be.
Beside the hand of modern times has not always cruel, many times the old and beautiful architecture has reminded, and to it people added modern conveniences and better comfort.
I know that Agadir is a busy town overcrowded with hotels, but it could be still interesting to see it.