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Volubilis and Chefchaouen
... wrong road. It really was not a problem because it went the same way, but it was only a tiny one lane track, mostly sort of paved, but very interesting. It was steep and tight, and almost all of the traffic was donkeys and donkey carts. At one point we reached a tiny village and had to ask directions, and at another place there was an unmarked fork in the road. There was an old man in an Obi-wan Kenobi cloak hitching a ride at ...
''High'' in the Mountains
Tony and I have been saying that as soon as we arrive to Morocco the real adventure begins, so here we are. Arriving by ferry across the 14km straight that separates the southernmost part of Spain to the most northern tip of Morocco, we were greeted by a very cheery taxi driver. His initial words to us as Tony struggled to get his seat belt on were, ''this is Africa man, don't worry about it.’’ We both smiled at each other ...
Hiking in the Riff Mountains
... both amazed that the Moroccan police let this activity happen as the industry in the Riff Mountains is by no means a secret. Just above the village our guide took us to the grain stores were we sat for a rest. He told us to go inside and take a look around but not knowing what the building was we thought he was setting us up to do a drug deal. Reluctant to enter we decided against it and waited for our guide to return. It was at this point we ...
Bluewashed walls
Chefchaouen
I was originally going to tour Morocco on my own, but given the limited time I had I choose a combination of some time on my own and time on an organized tour. Given my great experience with Intrepid Tours in South America, I naturally booked with them. From Tangier, the tour visited Chefchaouen, Fes and finished in Marrakesh. The time in Chefchaouen was one of my principle destinations. It is a small town of only 45,000 and is situated ...
The Oldest City EVER !
... door staring at me intently.
Eve I smile introducing myself and she gestures for me to come inside. She has little English but she takes me to my room via the brightest / loudest tiled and painted hall and stair ways I have ever seen. A small second floor room containing a wardrobe, a window, two single beds and a hand basin. Brightly painted the room is clean and I love the view across to the other buildings that I have from the window. I am sharing a bathroom ...

