We arrived in Larache around lunch time and headed for the pension. Nice friendly guy as promised patiently waited while I got my words right to ask for a room in French. As it turned out he could speak pretty good English anyway, but hey at least we tried. Eid was coming up and everyone had their sheep ready for sacrifice. Four were in the room just below ours. They were noisey neighbours bleeting all the time. We had a short walk around the town a nice little place to wander but it did not take too long. We went down to the sea but the rain started pelting it down so we sheltered in a cafe. Cafes in Morroco are very male orientated so Keeley stood out as the only female in the cafe. In the evening wer tried to find somewhere that sold something other than fast food. We failed and I ended up having a burger and Keeley had another salad, hardly authentic fare (authentic fare hard to locate).
In the morning we were going to go to a lagoon to see birds but it was an expensive thrash so we decided to walk to some roman ruins instead. The ruins were more extensive than I thought and provided great views over the countryside. We would of spent quite a bit of time there if it was not for the security. This guy followed us around about a meter behind he had no concept of personal space. He took away from the tranquility of the ruins. Still a nice morning. Just time for me to eat four sandwiches before getting the bus to Tetouian. We managed to get on the bus despite a language barrier that made buying a ticket a very hard thing.