21 Sunsets over Agadir by Joe Pollitt
Sunset over Agadir | Joe Pollitt Photo and Author: Joe Pollitt Woke up early for the 9.50 flight to Agadir out of London, Gatwick and arrived just before 7am on a brisk and frosty, bitterly cold, finger nipping, abject winter’s morning. First things first, I made my way to the Weatherspoons Café for breakfast. Perhaps, the worst English breakfast in the whole of the kingdom. The price was twice that of the usual but with less than half the appeal. To say it was atrocious would be somewhat overselling the efforts and poor quality ingredients that had gone into the making of my departing meal. The bar were quick to take my money and minutes later arrived with a plate, full of regret. My tired, dismissive waitress frantically plonked it down on the table with a wily smile and left as quick as a thief in a jewellery shop. The beans had been micro-waved, which created an orangey film on the top that clung to the sides of the small rounded brown pot and looked like the saggy underarm skin