My first day in Agadir had been pleasant, good to get out of the rain and into the sunshine. My first night in Agadir had been uneventful. I had stayed out late in the Actors nightclub but not seen any suitable freelancer girls. I had a full week in Agadir and needed to score during my vacation.
I awake my second day in Agadir, its late for me and feel a little hungover. The price you pay for wasting the night away in a nightclub. Not so bad if you got some quality pussy but I found none in the Actors nightclub.
I really am not a clubbing monger. But in Agadir there are scores of nightclubs and they are supposedly the place to meet the local Moroccan girls up for some P4P. Tonight the intention was to grin and bear it again and try the Papagayo nightclub.
Good Morning Agadir
I have breakfast in the Mabrouk hotel, not bad, pancakes, bread and freshly brewed coffee. After breakfast I head down to Agadir beach. On the way I stop at a roadside kiosk and buy a local sim for 100 dirhams that includes internet connectivity. Hoping later to get some local phone numbers.
I do love a morning walk along the beach, breathing in the ocean air. Certainly puts a new meaning to Monday morning blues. A walk along the beach is one thing, but as a monger I need to score.
From what I have seen from one night attempting to monger in Agadir I am afraid I could spend a week and not find any pussy. I am feeling partly negative, more because I dont know the territory, Agadir is new to me, out of my comfort zone. I like to rise to the challenge, you learn new tricks.
I spend another day relaxing on Agadir beach, the weather is absolutely beautiful in the daytime. No humidity but lovely warm sunshine all day and clear blue skies. The internet connection on my local sim is very good and listen to internet radio all day on the beach just chilling.
Not much action to talk about though during the daytime in Agadir. Lots of people on the promenade but nothing interesting to a monger, I suppose you could get lucky. Mostly families, couples and groups of friends. I am starting to think its best to come to Agadir with your wife or girlfriend, if you have one? negatively creeping in again and again.
Later that afternoon I return to the English pub and eat some fish and chips with peas. Not enjoying it, the peas are off and there are some loud Scottish chronic alcoholics in the pub on an ego trip for some reason.
Later that evening I go looking for some hotels that have a Spa and offer some form of erotic massage according to the Wiki Sex Guide on Agadir. Again the intel on the Wiki sex guide is partly out of date and inaccurate. I staked out the major hotels and it gave me an idea that some of the massage, spa and Hammams in Agadir would offer a handjob. A good massage with a happy ending is nice, but I can get that in my home town. I want to fuck some exotic Arabic babes while on vacation in Agadir.
I try to rest in my room in the Hotel Mabrouk. Later that night I have a chicken tagine in the hotel restaurant. I am not feeling well, I think it was the dodgy peas in the English pub earlier in the day. I retire to my room and try to sleep it off. Alarm goes off at midnight but no way am I getting up to goto Papagayo nightclub. So a night off, no big deal. I am starting to regret this trip to Agadir and wanting to go home. ET home.
The next day proceeds much like the previous, breakfast then another lovely walk along Agadir beach. The weather really is something else for this time of year. Very good for SAD, if you suffer from that.
Walking along the promenade and some old mature Moroccan whore smiles and says hello to me. I am keen for some pussy, but not desperate, not yet, so pass her by. I need more than this.
More than a Feeling
Walk back to hotel and some scum English family really piss me off. Back in my hotel room I am feeling really negative now and want to go home. Feel like I have made a big mistake coming to Agadir, a single monger is just out of place. I check flights home, could do the next day but for a whopping £200 surcharge. Should I stay or should I go now?
Only way is up
I have hit rock bottom now, the only way is up. I remember something I had read about the way you feel and think will attract the same. If I could start to think positive about this trip, things would change. At those prices I was not flying home early. I needed to make the best of what time I had left in Agadir and try to be positive from now on and maybe a change of tactics. Like a fish out of water, if I was going to succeed, survive, I had to adapt to my new environment.