Daily Prompt – Take A Chance On Me

If there is one place I like a bit of spontaneity and unpredictability, its on my holiday. To much planning and format is not for me as that is what normal life is like for me back home and holiday is about breaking routine!

This holiday was with myself and two of my best girlie’s.  We had been close friends for years and we were almost inseparable.  It was the first time to Agadir for two of us and we were totally in love with Morocco.  It was spring time, and we were fortunate, as the weather was really warm and our hotel was something else. We had an executive apartment,  with a spiral staircase up to our bed room.  It was what could only be described as, stunning and our welcome pack was beautiful.

The beach was at the back of the hotel and we had less than a five-minute walk before we would find ourselves by the sea. It was another stunning view and we were happily taking photos  of us, the beach and the unfamiliar scenery around us.  This would us, our home for the next five days and it was total bliss.  We strolled further onto the sand after first taking off our sandals, aiming for the water and then just stood at the edge of the wet sand allowing the sea to roll gently over our feet. It has to be one of my must do’s when I am near the sea. There’s nothing like walking to that point where the waves start to gently crash over your feet and around your ankles.  Nothing like that distinct chill of the cold water taking away the heat of the sun that just seconds before cover your feet as you walked along the hot sand.

We were women of a mature age, but here with none of the everyday responsibilities of family and work. We were girl’s having fun without a care in the world and absolutely no clock to watch.  Whilst on the beach we were approached by a young male, who clearly was working, the question was what was he selling? He asked all the normal niceties as he introduced himself and enquired who we were and how long we were on holiday for? We answered to appoint, just enough to keep it all fun and friendly but with the minimum information.  It soon became clear he provided tours and trips and asked if were interested. I knew one thing I wanted to do was quad biking, so I asked how much it was and what was involved.  I was sold as soon as he explained and before we knew it, we agreed to meet him at a particular time in front of the hotel later on that day.

None of us had ever been quad biking before, so we were all excited by our impulsive decision which was a bargain of a price compared to what we had seen in the hotel brochures.

The time came and we were ready and waiting outside the hotel.  Sure enough after about five minutes or so he turned up and we got into his car and we were off.   It wasn’t until we were in his car and driving along for what seemed like ages it dawned on us mature, normally sensible females what we had done. No one knew where we had gone.  We left no information with the hotel, I don’t even think we brought our phones. We drove through what i could only describe as ‘real country.’  We were now seeing the real Morocco, and all the fancy buildings of the town with the modern hotels were nowhere to be seen.  Only simple houses scattered between funny shaped trees, sheep , and lots of land.  Eventually, we started to slow down as we approach some houses and we could see quad bikes standing side by side in a corner, waiting for their next escapade.  It was at that point I must admit my mind started to settle and the worry of ‘Where are we?’ and ‘Where is he taking us?’ subsided.

As we parked he jumped out and we were surrounded by all these young children who seemed to come from nowhere.  We didn’t have much with us in our small bags, just drink and sweets but that made them happy.  He directed us to the bikes and gave us helmets and we jumped on the bikes. I rode one and my friend sat behind me as she wasn’t confident to ride at first.  My other friend rode the other bike.

Our instructions were very simple. How to start it , stop it, and how to accelerate.  Oh, and we were warned about dogs that sometimes chase after bikers, but we would be fine just keep riding.  That was it really and we were off.  Our journey  was to take through the country farm land of Morocco with its hills , dips and red dirt.

It was the most fantastic thing i had ever done at that point in time in my life.  The speed, the feel of racing flat-out on the bikes in the freedom of the country was so amazing as we biked against each other.  All together, we were gone for about two hours.  We were on such a buzz and I can’t express the fun and exhilaration.  My friend even swamped with me at some point and ended up riding the quad bike her self.  We laughed, and screamed, shouted  and just squealed with excitement as we raced along.

To this day. its one of our best memories and one of those things we are so glad we did, but recognise it’s not something we would recommend for obvious reasons as clearly we had taken a big risk as well.


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