Foreign journalists or people working in the fields related are not very welcome in Morocco
and especially in Western Sahara. So writers of any kind usually tend to claim some other title when asked for occupation.
Before going to Laayoune couple of days back me and my friend had stayed in Agadir for two days, walking in every possible direction, so we already knew our way to the beach (not always did we know the way back, but that’s already a different story). And we also knew that there’s a nice bar with a great terrace and good beer on the way. So before reached the beach area, the three of us, me, my friend and the English teacher sat down for couple of beers to talk a bit.
I mentioned before that we were „students” and the third guy coming from Laayoune was an alleged English teacher. Couple of beers later it turned out we were actually all more or less journalists. The English teacher was actually an investigative independent journalist writing a story about the resistance in Laayoune.
We had a good laugh after revealing our true occupations to each.
Later on we went on to the beach, followed by a walk in the Marina to see the fish market and buy some food for 5 Dirhams (not bad, is it). Later that day we had couple of more beers and slept a lot. The next day me and my friend decided to go to Essaouira, the English teacher stayed in Agadir for one more day.
Continued in next post...