Boilers and Friends in the water, goatman

For some reason today is a Moroccan holiday where they slaughter goats and run around in goat outfits and hassle any foreigner for DH. Something related to Abraham and the bible...go figure. These dudes are wearing fresh goatskins and smell absolutely disgusting. All the shops are closed down and they have been chasing the kids around in the streets for about 4 hours. The little kids are having the time of their lives and it is very entertaining to watch. From everything I've seen Morocco would be a pretty cool place to be a little kid, they pretty much run free and get into whatever mischief suits them.

I am surprised that dogs have not set upon these guys in Goat outfits and ripped them to shreds. Entertaining as always.

Good day at boilers, I finished a Wilbur Smith Novel which one of the waiters gave me. At first I thought he was setting me up with some harelquinn novel after I read the first few pages, but book is actually ok for vacation reading. Soren now wants to borrow it. He apparently is a big fan of Wilbur Smith.

We took Carl, new Swedish guy up to boilers where Jarond had another incident with a guy in the water (chuckle). Waves were good 2m, looked much better after we got out as on off shore started to blow and compress the peaks. All bad blood in the water was solved when the guy came by after and apologies were made and everyone was happy.

Soren spent the day in Agadir drinking beer and watching the Man U game while Samuel had an adventure up in the hills and ate goat lungs, and heart. Soren verified that Agadir was actually the Miami of Morocco until 9/11 then tourism completely dropped off. We still have yet to make a night trip in to hit the casinos and have thus far been able to keep ourselves busy with reading, movies and "Texas hold'em" Norweigan style.

New guests, the Land rover is busted and I anticipate a slow day on sunday. Will try to catch up on blogging.