Upon arrival, the mood was similar to Marrakech Rouge and we were asked to set our stuff down and relax while they served us tea and welcomed us to the place. The setting was a little more dark and a little more loud than le Rouge, and I feel Hostel Essaouria is le Rouge's dubious brother.
The building is also similar in style, with stairs leading up several floors and indoor balconies where rooms lie on the outskirts and the center is open with no roof. The colors are more muted than in Marrakech but it is very fitting for being on the beach. We're assaulted with whites, tans, deep indigos, and teals. The place adds its own Rastafarian flaire as it is known as a hash-friendly place who have welcomed Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and Cat Stevens many years ago.
We hang out with our new Aussi and Irish friends as we drink local beer, tea, and exchange travel tales and laughs.
This morning we're greeted with a standard Moroccan breakfast, eggs and pastries, and decide to walk about the tiny beach town. More pictures are certainly to come, but I decided to snap a few today as we browsed shops and food and contemplated things to buy for the following days.