Oued Laou
We drove up through winding mountain roads to the meditarranean town of Oued Laou. The second week of Ramadan gave the town a slow, bleached, sleepy feel. Looking out over the sea listlessly. Moving slowly so the sun, sea, and fast don't grow too heavy until the day nears it's end.
From a fish auction of the morning's catch we bought 6 small white fish that were brough back and fried in salt and bread crumbs for a midnight dinner.
We sat on the beach and watched and were watched by the fishermen trolling the coast in the above photograph. The middle of the net is taken out by a boat and each end is grabbed by a few ment standing 50 or so yards apart. The boat trolls down the coast and the men slowly reel in the end s of the line.
Leaving at around sunset as the day's fast grows heavy on all and driving westerly through country roads and mountain passes with the sun blinding in our eyes was white knuckled to say the least.
A beautiful town.
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