Agadir, Morocco (day 3)

'Feel the fear, but do it anyway', are Angela's latest words of wisdom. So today it was time for her to practice what she preached, gird her loins, and take the cable car up to the Agadir Ouffela cable car station, 1756 feet above the commercial fishing port. So off we set on the hour long walk, taking in the beach and smart hotels. Leaving behind the quieter area where our hotel is.

Suddenly we felt we'd arrived on the Costa del Sol, Spain. Today though, no stopping to dip our toes in the waters of the Atlantic. Angela had to take the trip, she herself planned, up to the Kasbah.

Nerves peaking, she decided eyes right and left and not up or down was the answer to avoiding a full on panic attack. John commented, that if James Bond was with us he'd probably be up on the roof of our car, or gondola as it should be referred to. Ironically our return gondola was numbered 007.

Eight minutes of nerve-racking  discomfort, and underwear still dry, we arrived.

The kasbah at the top affords spectacular views along the coast and towards the mountains. Until an earthquake in 1960 within it's walls lived a peaceful community. Now it's the towns most visited attraction.

And of course we were offered camel rides, photographs with small sad looking horses and trinkets from sellers. There's no escaping the persistence of the Moroccan people whose lives depend on pushing their wares. And who could really blame them?

Another eight minutes of hell for Angela and she was happily back on terra firma. Now time for lunch, we googled some local restaurants and found one that looked like it would suit us. Olives and bread and a tangine of delicious chicken with olives and preserved lemon.

We sat outside the restaurant in a shady spot and listened to the call to prayer from the nearby mosque. A young waiter rushed out the door with his mat to partake. Our host was pleasant and fun. Finding it highly amusing when Angela asked if there was a toilet she could use. Pointing across the road to the bushes sent him into convulsive laughter. That wouldn't worry Angela. She's visited many a bush whilst cycle touring. But today wasn't the time or place, so she used his restaurant loo. Now we are tired, having walked around 15,000 steps. Tomorrow we are off on a 4 x 4 trip to the Sahara desert. A much more preferred mode of transport for Angela. Lunch is included, so probably another tangine (no eyeballs for John, please).