Auberge Dardara Chefchaouen

All right - found a different Internet "Kasbah" @ twice the Dirhams (10/hr.) of last nights, but oh so much better. They apparently can switch each computer independently to different languages - including the keyboard now works just like the USA's good ol' QWERTY!

The browser's still in French mind you, so am still answering dialog boxes w/ "Oui" but - they even tell me that I can upload pics much faster - so with any luck I can send you all a boatload of ...

... feve, chou vert, tomate, fanta...rencontre de Mustapha devant le camping, on le monte a la decharge avec le quatrequart et il nous emmene a l ecomusee ou il y avait salle de conference et retrospective de la region, faune et flore confondues. On decide donc de partir faire un petit raid 4x4 le lendemain matin... SAMEDI 9 MAI 2009 On dejeune oeufs brouilles tomates oignons, jus d orange frais, pain sucre et marmelade...On laisse la remorque pour monter a ...

... the afternoon off at the Parador hotel for a cold beer, where we had our ear's chewed off by a hippie elderly British woman who had lived in the area for a number of years, and all she did was complain how bad things were, I think she just needed to toke up again, judging from the bags under her eyes! Picking the squeaky clean girls up from the Hamam we arrived back at the hotel, where we chilled out before dinner. We sat in the ...

... up on a shelf under ten pounds of blankets (thank goodness cuz it was freezing...the guesthouse was not heated, which was the only drawback). We met an interesting cast of characters at the Pension Mauritania. There was Eddy a Portuguese self-described mule whose new occupation was swallowing balloons filled with hashish; his nameless friend who slept until noon each day; a loquacious professional repeller from Yorkshire named Michael who spent his spare ...

... they scrub you, wash you, scrub you, rinse you, and scrub you some more. At the end I walk out to pay the 50ish dirams it should cost, only to have the guys demand 3000! It turns out they have more then 1 type of currrency and 3000 may have meant 150 (dirams=rial/20) but still 100 too much! So we huffed and puffed and I wouldnt pay so they 'let' me only pay 100. Then we caught the bus back to Marrakech to get the train to Meknes ...

It was a chill out day for me today - the rest of the group headed out at 7.30am for a 7hr walk through the countryside - I lounged in bed until just after 9 and had a long hot shower. I walked down to the main square - Plaza uta el-Hammam and cruised the cafe scene until I found a nice one I could settle in. I ordered some toast and a freshly squeezed OJ and just sat and watched the locals go about their daily life. After a while my bum ...

... centre, lit up of a nighttime provided a stunning dining atmosphere whereby tagines, couscous and brochettes accompanied pizza and sfenj for a complete dietary triangle with five sides and a bowl of soup. Alas, after but four nights our feet are raised but itchy and we´ve decided to slip in a couple of nights in Casablanca (´cause frankly we give a damn), but not before hunter/gathering our way back to Meknes for one last dash o´Panaché!

... do, or whether she would return. We covered ourselves in brown gluey soap that they had provided for us, it looked like engine grease, but we later discovered it was made from olives. Then using jugs of water we scrubbed it off ourselves. After this we returned to the changing room, got dressed and left. It was definitely the best shower we have experienced so far on this trip, but I feel we missed out on the massage, so want to try it again. Or maybe a different one, in another town.

After 23 hours driving we got straight into the Rif and settled in Bab-Taza, where we rested and had food and got som hash for the whole trip, we stayed at somefriends place where we ate great home made food consisting in grapes, beef, eggs and olive oil accompained with the greates bread I've ever ...

... think of me as a local and leave me alone, and also that I needed some traditional clothing so that the locals would leave me alone and I wouldn't stick out. I confidently said no many times, which they 'faked' not understanding, to the point that the woman grabbed my arm and was putting the henna on me, while the other guy was shoving a traditional top into my backpack, and then, because they did me such a favor, they were kind enough to give me a discount ...