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Travel Blogs from Chefchaouen
Fairy Tales and Reality Checks
... my plane leaves from Barcelona to Amsterdam. Hence, this is the furthest down South I´ll be travelling. Seems appropriate, as winter and the cold have finally catched up with me, even down here. I´ll pretty much trace the path back which I´ve come down to visit friends I´ve made in Spain for a last time. Because of time issues & laziness I´ll probably be taking the bus. If you have a problem with that, well, **** you.
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Carpet trouble
... 8220;No no, on my mother’s grave I swear!” So following him inside his shop to my disbelief and amusement he pulls out a weathered photograph of him with Mel Gibson in Fez. Supposedly Mel Gibson came to Chefchaouen and got along with Abdul so much that he asked him to be a guide for him in Fez and so Abdul travelled to Fez with him and showed him around and now holds onto this photograph like it’s his most prized possession. He tells me that ...
Merci
... green dress and matching hijab, and then...
6 years of not speaking French. I had to dig it up.
She told me that we were in Tetouan. Hmm, how to say "how many" again? Cuanto...no, that's Spanish...comment, où, quand,...ah! "Combien...heures...à Chaouen?"
Blahblahblahblahblah maybe one and a half, came the reply in French. This was gonna be hard. I had bits and pieces of French floating in my head.
She started ...
FIRST ENCOUNTERS WITH NORTH AFRICANS
... 90% silk. It can't be burnt. Look, I'll put my lighter to it. See? See?"
At one point during the sales-pitch, he said spontaneously: "Give me a hug!" I obeyed him. "My friend from America," he said, "was here. He told me, 'Abraham, I'm thirty years old. And my brother never hugged me before!"
He threw away the carpets I didn't like, as he made me narow them down to my favorite. I chose a ...
Goodbye Essaouira, Hello Rif
... br>
Tangiers at 7AM on a Monday morning was quite deserted and quiet, save the taxi drivers who greeted us as we walked out of the train station. The taxi drivers were extremely persistent in suggesting that we assuredly needed their services, but we walked right past them knowing we did not have far to go. We headed toward the bus station, but stopped at a little cafe that faced the Mediterranean. The coast of Tangiers is less that ...