Mirleft's a little town in Morocco with not more than a couple of main streets, access to five beautiful yet different beaches and doesn't have much more to do other than relax. No really, there's pretty much nothing to do. Which is exactly where its beauty lies. And given that it exists in a little pocket of the world with endless days of clear sunshine and where the mercury never rises too high or drops too low, you're perfectly positioned to take advantage of its nothingness.
After five months away, Mirleft is the only place where both of us have managed to relax and the first place that we've been sad to leave as this time we can't imagine that our next stop could be any better than our last. Which is probably why we extended our stay twice.
Our general daily routine involved waking up when our body said it was time to then wandering in to town firstly being greeted with a smile and a wag from Beach Dog then smothering ourselves in our loyal cat pack followed by saying good morning to our donkey friends and then maybe passing a pack of grazing goats and sheep if we were lucky.
After starting the morning off on the right foot, it was nous-nous time, twice over, with the Maroc equivalent of peanut butter and jam, amlou* (ground almonds and argan oil) and the thickest, fruitiest honey you've ever had. So good.
After that it was time for a bit of this action.
And before we knew it it was time to enjoy one of Mirleft's ever changing sunsets. So here are more sunset photos than you ever knew you wanted to see.
After the sunset we'd hang out back at our accommodation watching stumpy little bats flap around in front of us and before long the guys at Cafe des Pecheurs were placing a steaming hot tagine in front of us that seemed to get better each night. It was the guys at Cafe des Pecheurs that served us up this little beauty too - Ball Deep
And that was a day in the life of us in Mirleft.
Now here's the part where I should tell you about our day trip to Sidi Ifni, how amazing the natural arches at Legzira Beach are or when we went up into the mountains to buy cactus honey from the Berbers but as each day passed our motivation to do anything diminished further and further. So much so that we got to the point where we had to bite the bullet and leave otherwise people who come to Mirleft on their yearly Winter getaway would see two familiar faces from the year before, that never actually left.
Goodbye beautiful little Mirleft, I hope we reacquaint ourselves some day. Insha'Allah.
PS if you do make it to Mirleft there's only one place that you should consider staying - Aftas Beach House
*this amlou didn't seem to have honey added to it like most normally do.
