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Travel Blogs from Chefchaouen
Fairy Tales and Reality Checks
... the corner. The kids might then be chased away by a handicapped man, whom you can´t help but notice are more commonplace in this mountain town than on average. Luckily some have adapted to their situation in true Moroccon fashion by performing tricks with their crutches for money. You think this over, but not for too long as you are interrupted by a local asking you how you are, where you´re from and if you want to ...
Carpet trouble
... town is painted a white or light blue hue. It looks like a village in Greece. There is the central plaza of the medina where I ate last night and all the alleys climb up from the plaza to much higher up in town. The newer town which I had arrived in last night is at the very bottom of town near the main road.
Sampling a lemon tagine for lunch I sat and watched in amazement at the number of cats in the main square. I then decided to weave my way uphill ...
Merci
... station was 4 km away. Luckily, as I tried to dig out my guidebook from my bag, a Spanish man came up to me and asked me what I was up to. Yay Spanish speaking! He told me to grab a petit taxi, one of the blue ones off the street, and that it would cost me no more than 7 dirhams ($1, €0.65 - take that, ferry terminal tout!). He told me that the buses to Chaouen would cost no more than 50d.
I got to the bus station, and found a bus ...
FIRST ENCOUNTERS WITH NORTH AFRICANS
... were they for? I wondered. Turning your little brother green? Moroccan culture was blueing--blowing me away.
"Come and see my shop. It's good for taking pictures." A large, bald merchant led me to his shop, entitled a Coloured Life. He insisted I have some tea. After some small talk, and unexpected by me, he launched into The Mother of all Sales-Pitches.
He explained the contents of the jars on his ...
Goodbye Essaouira, Hello Rif
... ride back to Marrakech. The three hours seemed to go by very quick, but allowed enough time to finish my book that I had been reading since the beginning of the trip. Unfortunately, on this bus ride I did not meet anyone that would take care of all of my social activities for the next few days, so my stay in Chefchaouen was still up for improvising.
Arriving in Marrakech, we had almost three hours to spare before the train was to depart ...