Fortunately by the time we got to Laayoune, the sun was already up and after a cold night in the bus we were starting to warm up. Besides the sandy football field with dozens of too many people were kicking the ball back and forth (as you can see, I’m not a huge football fan, shoot me) there was a closed cafeteria, shop for carpets and closed office for SupraTours (office for one of the normal bus companies), nearby we also noticed an internet cafe.
Before anything else we decided to smoke some of our Moroccan-made Marquese cigarettes and then see what else besides what we already saw is there.
It was Saturday but for some reason we saw a lot of students wandering around...after a moment or two we realized they are probably going somewhere, from the look of it they were going to school, but .. on Saturday at 8am? Independent of the reason and destination (still not known to us, didn’t really care) they did go somewhere...on Saturday morning 4 hours before my normal wake-up call.
We took out our map and read the information about where we should go next to find a hotel or anything related. Considering the directions and information that was given about other towns in
Morocco in the same book, it was quite clear the writer hadn’t him-(or her, heck if I know)self actually been there. Rather the information was all based on information available on internet.
Unfortunately for us, we located the correct place to go to, but again, our assumption about our current location was just a bit wrong. And as we didn’t follow our recent discovery that we should never go to the direction where we want to go, we did go where we wanted to go and ended up in the slum and then some more slum. Until we finally realized we had gone the wrong way, again. By now we had seen pretty much the worst that Laayoune has to offer, at least the worst near the center of the town. But from here on we were surprised....
Continued in next post...
