Dar Mounir Chefchaouen

... nap and set out for the treacherous climb down. We thought if we followed the ridge of the mountain as opposed to the gorge that we would have better luck, and wouldn't have to take extra care with our already weak legs finding our way down on slippery boulders. Not so. After about an hour, we were saved by a young girl carrying a huge bundle of kindling on her back. She asked, "Chefchaouen?" Relieved, we replied, "YES!" and she showed us the way to ...

... an traditional earth ware bowl all served with plenty of fresh bread and a desert of fruit pastry.<br><br> <br><br> On a sad note, during the day one of the girls in the group was robbed at knife point while walking alone back to the camp site. She had her video camera and photographic camera stolen. While walking around town I felt safe at all times I at no time did I fell unsafe, but I guess things can happen at any time to anybody.

True to their word when we woke at 6am there was a car still there keeping watch so in the minimal light of dawn we packed the tent and took off leaving breakfast and showers for a few hours later when we arrived at Chefchaouen. As I was still on cooking duty (groups of 3 and you do dinner, breakfast, lunch then change) Oliver set up the tent whilst I prepped our breakfast of bread and fruit. After that we wondered the 15 min down ...

... pie on our upset stomachs, so Gabrielle had only a small croissant to last her the four hour trip.   Despite Chefchaouen being a small hill town, the regular gaggle of cutthroat taxi drivers still loitered outside the bus station.  We commenced with the regular haggle over how much a taxi ride to the town square would cost, once again receiving ridiculously overpriced responses.  We eventually found one for a decent price, which we shared with ...

How I love a good breakfast!!! Breakfast at the chella is great, so we fill our tummies with moroccan pancakes, toast and all types of pastries and get on our way to Chefchaouen. First we do a small stop at Cape Espartelo where on a clear day you can see Spain... our's was not a clear day so we only saw a bit of sea :-(. We stop then at the Grotte d'Hercules. The cave is not really somethign special but the restaurants look nice ...

... on water and go to the internet. I self diagnosed on the net and I have symptoms of giardia - I am thinking it was that red bottle of water that i drank - it tasted a bit funny bit I didn't stop drinking it. Dam that red bottle!! If anyone is reading this and is traveling to Morocco stick with the Sidi Ali brand! I got my fresh water on the way back to the hotel, took some drugs and went to bed -- hoping to feel better in the morning...

... the grime of Casablanca, the spiced-up passages of Marrakech to the blue-washed footpaths and walls of Chefchaouen, Sfenj warms the hearts and bellies of men, women, children and Jedi alike, whilst ensuring continuity in the local dental profession. It's part search, part indulgence, mostly patience and definitely timing but Dolcis Sfenjis of the Family: Doughus is worth its weight in whatever commodity you care to choose.

... in our guide book as "excellent", so I dread to think what lies ahead of us in the rest of Morocco!). The toilet is the Turkish/squat style, without a flush, just a bucket and tap to do it yourself. The sink is a trough full of dirt and grime. The shower has no showerhead, so it's like standing under a tap. There's nowhere to put your clothes, so they get soaked and you have to fight off the insects. Something positive is that there is one shower that has hot water.

ferry log: 3 hours tariffa to tangier bus log: 3 hours tangier to Chefchaouen 3 hours Chefchaouen to Asila 5 hours Asila to Fes Boarding the ferry from Tariffa, Spain, I instantly noticed I was in for quite a different cultural experience. Most on board seemed to be native Moroccans; all others seemed to be just doing the one day 'morroccan experience'. Despite my desperate attempts, I was unable to find other backpackers on board, and couldn't decide whether ...

... night in Benidorm - the logic being there would be plenty of cheap beds and none of the hassle of a big city. My God! Where to start with this place, and what to write what has probably already been slandered so fully. I am sure one of the devils trick questions is whether you would like to spend eternity in a Mediterraneran country, on the coast all day in the sunshine. What he neglects to tell you is that place is Benidorm, whereby you wish you had chosen eternal ...