It always seems a little exciting arriving somewhere in darkness, unable to really get a good look or feel for a destination means waiting until the morning which adds to the anticipation. Peering into the darkness, it is unfamilair territory, staring into the unkown.
This anticipation is particularly keen when arriving in a culture which is known to be entirely alien to our own. Experiencing a different way of life, exploring a destination which has routines and a pace which is foreign always appears exciting but never more so in the inky blackness of night.
Driving along the coastal road towards the hotel in Essaouira it was possible to make out the waves breaking in the distance and once out of the vehicle they could be heard crashing on the beach. It was already clear that this is a fishing town, the harbour wall and the small flotilla of boats.
There were still plenty of people walking along the promenade and beach, couples enjoying a late stroll and each other’s company or teenagers milling about with nothing much to do.