We woke to a beautiful day and bright yellow sun streaming in through Kaya’s blind above our bed as the gorgeous Mr T opened it with a “Can I switch the light on?” It was so bright that it took our eyes a few seconds to adjust as we blinked owlishly into it.
Breakfast outside was one of our current favourites using up the last of the Spanish jamon (forbidden, I know but it got sneaked through Customs so the only sensible thing to do would be to eat it!) on pan y tomate – made with lovely local, ripe tomatoes from the Asillah market, I hasten to add! Oh, and served with a couple of cups of nous-nous (about us having to limit this, we have failed miserably, it’s sooooo good LOL). And the rest of the morning passed uneventfully with the usual chores.
By lunchtime, we had given up the chores (boooooring!) and had been sitting in the sun topping up our tans for over an hour. I swear it felt like the sun had melted our bones, we were so heavy and lazy. But, thank goodness, we had the energy to drag ourselves 50m over to the cool shade of the campsite restaurant where we had a delicious shared meal of Crevette Pil Pil (honestly not as hot as it looks!) with chips and bread to mop up all the sauces and a truly amazing tfaya (caramelised onions with sugar & cinnamon and this time with prunes but usually with raisins) to accompany it, oh and not forgetting, some fermented olives and veggies to whet our appetites.
We’ve rediscovered our ability to eat with our hands (right only!) and with more time to savour each mouthful and plenty of time to eat, our appetites, at last, have started to shrink to fit with the local portion sizes. Allow us a moment to cherish this thought because based on previous experience, as soon as we are presented with European portions and food again along with cutlery, this bounces back with a vengeance.
Moment taken, thank you.
With such a relaxing morning under our belts, we took a brisk walk up the steep hill into town and had a mooch around to orientate ourselves. The view of the Merja Zerga (Blue Lagoon) and the Atlantic from the mosque at the top of the town is spectacular.
Merja Zerga on the left to the Atlantic on the right
Lagoon 
Atlantic 
Kaya just behind the boat
And as we were making our way back home, BINGO! We spotted a restaurant at the back of a narrow alley that we earmarked for a fish meal tomorrow. Oh, and before I forget to mention, Moulay Bousselham is the centre for boat building for the local fishing boats and because of its strategic position also a major fishing village in the north.
Because we were planning a braai for that night and wanted to watch the sunset unhindered by the marauding, flying, buzzing beasts, the gorgeous one set about putting up The Pavilion when we got back to Kaya, with my able assistance, of course!!! Last time (first time to erect) it took us over 1 hour, this time 18 minutes start to finish (yes, do time ourselves, we are very geeky like that!) and a great improvement making it a viable candidate to stay with us for the time being.
As the sun started to set across the lagoon, we hauled out the ladder for a bit of a change of plan.
After covering up with repellant and long sleeves and trousers, we decided that the sunset could best be appreciated from Kaya’s roof.
And so we did.
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