Pension La Castellana Chefchaouen

... the sound of a 4 piece Moroccan band. The women invited me in for tea and sweets - and I let the little ones play "paper toss" on my iPod! Needless to say, one of those wonderfully lucky bit of travel serendipity.

Each night I've been having snails for dinner from a little stand just off the Plaza (see pics to follow). I discovered it on my first night and am now addicted to a little bowl of snails each evening. Each bowl is about 1/2 cupful for 5 Dh ...

I know some of you were worried we were going to get sold off as wives to Moroccan men, and in fact just the other day a man on the street offered 35,000 camels for Elise. Of course most of you know that left up to the two of us, we would "turn the world on its head," as Mohamed indeed said, and have Moroccan men serving, cooking, and cleaning for us. Well we were sad to leave our harem of caretakers and they were certainly sad to see us go, but we had ...

... continue our search for amazing tastes and keep you posted. Besides wandering around and of course eating we were pretty lazy here and our chief activity was taking antihistamines and decongestants. Jeff could not help himself though and the lure of the mountains trumped the logic of convalescence and he went on small hikes both days. The first day was especially successful and started with a jaunt through a beautiful little "suburb" undermined by little ...

... had a nutter driving behind us zigzagging across the road, overtaking, pulling over and signaling then repeating the process. No idea what he was about. They drive mad over here. Drive was meant to be 2 hours but was more like 4. I was laying up on the beach so was quite nice. Got to Volubilis moments before sunset. Just in time to take a few photos ...

... and there is lots of new and different things to see and do. Shaun is getting called Ali Barber because of the awesome beard, which is funny. The food is nice but can get all the same and you end up sick of Tagines. The worst thing about being here is being a tourist and feeling like a walking wallet to the locals. For example in Fes when we arrived on the train lots of taxis were there but damanding 2, 3, or 4 times the amount ...

... towards the dawn and late afternoon into evening, such as other psuedo-crepuscular species. It can be argued that the pattern of Sfenj creation and migration and possibly its very mode of existence obeys unknown mathematical laws, but what has become apparent is that its physical reality is most definitely nonlinear, and that the search for members of the species may cause time to morph somewhat such that seekers of the ...

Hi all after spending my last night in lovely Tanger, I caught the same taxi to help me to get a taxi to Ceuta (the spanish border). We found one as it departed and I was soon hussled into the 1980`s mercedes and on my way to meet Tony and the group. I a was surprized when after an hour the driver deposited me (alive) an hour later, at the border. I was even more surprized at the speed we had got there. Since I was ...

... made me brave or stupid, but I knew I would find out soon enough. In Morrocco, the primary language is Arabic, secondary is french; neither of which do I know or have any experience in. I was told that I would always be able to find someone who speaks english and so far that has been true. Spanish has also come in handy more than expected. Imagine being fluent in 4 languages! Someone like that in our country would be considered highly educated and would ...

... in the roasting fires of Hell - Option B. The unbridled passion for concrete is beyond that of Stalinist Russia. Hopes of dinner were dashed when our roast chicken and vegetable dinner led the CSI Benidorm team to conclude that the chicken may have indeed been roasted in a previous incarnation, but the lab results came back negative with no traces of vegetable matter apparent on the plate. A bus ride home with a group of purple rinse English bingo tourists, followed ...