And then we had tea

No, I don't smoke, he says. You know, smoking and walking, it's not even good for your heart! He throws in a big smile and goes on about something else. The funniest kid of Essaouira. We spend hours at his beach bar -which is not on the beach, actually, but in the end of one little road inside the village. I love it there. Food is super, the best I've had that far, and nothing beats the ambience.

You, finish!
-Yes yes I am Finnish.
No, finish! Finish the food!

It was the Kiwi who took us there. It was also thanks to him that we found a place to stay: he had spotted us on the street and he thought we looked little lost (which was the truth) and he came over in his wetsuit, carrying his kite. He led us to the backpackers and -after it turned out they were fully booked- took us to the house where he was staying over. The family also had a room to rent for the three of us, perfection for only 5 euros a night per person. And then we had tea.