Dar Echchaouen Chefchaouen

... bus (FWIW, 75 Dh) Surely many more adventures await me in Morocco (not to mention that elusive camel!), but quite honestly - if Chefchaoen were the only place I visited in Morocco, I'd be perfectly happy! Already I feel like I've seen the "real" Morocco, and it's right here in Chefchaoen.<br><br>o.k. enough blather - time to gulp, and try uploading some of those pics I promised.<br><br>Cross fingers...<br><br>Arghhh the pics arent happening so will send via email again

... bargain on the price. The outcome of all this work was finding the best hotel with a beautiful roof terrace and spacious rooms and lounges. The next day, the four of us headed out to climb one of the tallest mountains in North Africa. Both our English and Italian lonely planet guides named a trail and how to get there. Kim however, somewhat the male version of Elise, was insistent on going a different way, in effect, up a different mountain. After ...

... their repeated pestering, their attempts to block the trail, and even the ridiculous usage of a small goat dog as a weapon Jeff decided to give the snot-nosed punks his Vick's nose spray as a peace offering. It worked and they sat happily on a rock waving and attempting to learn to use this new fangled device. Hopefully their breathing is as clear as Jeff's conscience. It was a good reminder that in these parts rarely is anything freely given. Chefchaouen ...

Blue walls and blue doors - guess what that is - yes - a medina :) But this is my favourite medina so far - and a photographers paradise - check out our "money shots"! Spent the morning exploring the medina and kasbah. In the afternoon walked up a hill to an old mosque which overlooks Chefchaouen. We came for the view, others came for the "kif" (rather dodgy drug deals were happening behind the mosque)! Off to Meknes tomorrow!

... dei bus per prendere i biglietti per fes, ma è tutto pieno. ci fermiamo un altro giorno intero qui e pianifichiamo la partenza per le 7 di domattina. giornata tranquilla tra the alla menta, passeggiate e primi incontri con la cultura locale. cena in piazza principale: un po' di locali turistici (ma pare sia bassa stagione) servono tajine e il solito the.

We had a semi-sleep in today and I met up with Jo at 9am so we could make the hike to the post office at the top of the hill through the streets at the back of the hotel - you almost have to hunch over when you walk its that steep!). We managed to find the right room, down the side round the corner, however speaking the right language was sometimes tough but luckily they knew what we were talking about. A man out the back came to our ...

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... for the dead of winter. They had numerous shawls tied around their shoulders and fabric around their waist that was knotted at the front. On their heads they usually had at least 3 or 4 pieces of fabric, often topped of with a towel and then a pointed straw hat with a brim, decorated with several thick stands of navy blue cord and pompoms. Amongst all the clothing you could just about see a little wrinkled old face without a smile.

... think we prefer them in that order. The views from the terrace at our hotel are wonderful (we continue to maintain balance - the view from our crummy little place in Rabat, where we stayed for one night en route to Chefchaouen, was of the taxi station). We're taking it easy. We took it easy as well in Essaouira, a beach/port town on the Atlantic coast. Days were spent on the beach and evenings within the medina, the market ...

... far as them sneering at me or making sexist remarks. So he took me around and showed me some other areas in town, then again came the same tactic- "let me introduce you to some friends in their homes, you see real home. no stores, no buy anything. just hospitality." And then after meeting this local family who conviently were holding their crying baby at the time, came the sale. They convinced me to get henna (fake tattoo) done on my arms so that others ...