Dar Meziana Hotel Chefchaouen

... 45 minutes, we were high enough to see that another mountain further East was the one we wanted. We scuffled down the rocky dirty hillside and managed to get to the foot of the correct mountain without loosing too much time. Then, after about 25 minutes on the right trail, Kim decided to take a "short cut" that led us directly up the gorge of two mountains, instead of going the "long way" around. There was an occasional goat and sheep herder trail to ...

Chefchaouen is at the base of the Riff Mountains which is most famous for its cultivation of Marijuana. As I walked around the streets I was constantly asked if I would like to partake in the local delicacy. It started to get annoying. It appears that there is a market selling the stuff to tourists. <br><br> <br><br> I walked to the Medina part of town and had breakfast in a small family run restaurant. The owner Mohamed was very ...

... not on our schedule and the only reason we went there was because our friends Erin and Jason had done some recovering of their own there a few months back. It was a wonderful little place and reminded us of many other little "chill" towns dotted around the globe. We were lucky enough to hit this one after discovery and before an inevitable slide into over-tourism. It was the perfect "Morocco-lite" for us to ease back into this "other" kind of traveling. We also lost our colds!

We woke up early this morning, and after a lukewarm and grubby shower Dan dosed up heavily on some stomach meds to combat the recent resurgence of a stomach bug that had been plaguing us both over the last few days.  Making our way outside to find a taxi, we were all too willing to pay the $2 Canadian to get a ride to the bus station, rather than walk the 20min uphill laden with packs.  About an hour later we were riding the almost empty bus to ...

Chaouen (or Chefchaouen) is a nice a calm little town. During the morning we visited some plantations nearby, and the rest of the day we took to simply stay at the hotel during the hot hours (13-17h) and then we went around the town, it is really lovely, I think I took a million pictures of blue and white houses. Every corner of the town is worth a visit. We had dinner at a more moroccan place ...

... and got boxes for us - we packed them up, filled out the forms, paid and were on our way in about 40 mins....! Back at the hotel I chilled and read - stomach isn't feeling right - all bloated and tight...I went for a walk to get some panadol - a quick trip to the medina I was stocked up. We met at 11.30am and walked the 10 mins to the bus station down by the port for the 12.15 bus. They weighed all our bags (125kg for 10 people - we ...

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... He was probably just trying to sell us a ferry ticket, but we felt like we had no option, other than wait 2 days for the office to open. So we went back to Algerciras where we tried many places with no luck. In the end we were told that we could get insurance at the border, but on the Moroccan side of the border, not the Spanish side. We weren't sure whether to believe him, because everyone here seems to be trying to sell you something or con you. But he ...

... separated from the formal city by a beautiful wall and ramparts (Orson Welles famously filmed Othello there). Three weeks ago, I fretted that Lisa and I had Travellers' Guilt, in which one feels obligated to see and do everything there is to see and do in a town/city/country at the expense of rest and relaxation, which can be understandably seen as one of a traveler's less noble obligations. Luckily, as the last week ...

... 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 ...