The weather was glorious once again so we chilled in the sun (if you see what I mean), starting with a spot of reading on the balcony.

We strolled down to the prom & turned south away from town - it’s a lovely clean sandy beach, with the occasional camel for riding and the more-than-occasional peddler of cheap goods. They see you approach, check for police then whip whatever out of an innocuous-looking bag, but they do stop if you tell them no thanks. It amused us that on hearing English accents, almost every one came back with “Lovely jubbly”!

There were good views of the city of Agadir, with the Kasbah overlooking the port and the huge Arabic writing carved into the hillside reading “God, King & Country.” The beach was well used, with sunbathers, surfers – and camels for riding.

We walked almost to the limit of the promenade – further south is a restricted area, where a large wall marks the boundary of the King’s palace (one of 3 he has in Agadir, all guarded by soldiers with large guns) and us plebs were not allowed anywhere near – a shame because His Royal Highness hasn’t visited the city in 7 years....

  There is a really busy road to cross to access the promenade from the hotel, but made very easy by the use of a tunnel which leads directly from the grounds under the road. There is also a guard on the beach side, who only allows access by those wearing the hotel's wrist bands so its very secure. Returning by said tunnel, we had a lovely cool table on the shady verandah for lunch - a rare treat as they're usually all full.

The afternoon was spent by the quiet pool (as opposed to the one with dj & water polo/“fun in the pool”) taking in the rays & making the most of our all-inclusive status before dinner. It was Spanish night in the French restaurant, & to our great amusement, the sauce for the fish ("poisson" in French) had been "translated" as poison!