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Monday, April 24, 2006

Never in my life have I seen so much hash for sale as what I have seen in Chefchaouen! I do have to say that I felt a tad left out though when I found that everyone had been approached multiple times to purchase hash, with the exception of myself... maybe I look like a responsible adult, who knows. There was just an absolutely prolific amount of the stuff for sale though and getting purchased by the Kg, not just a simple joint here or there.

Apart from selling hash and a bit of tourism I am not too sure if thereīs anything else that keeps Chefchaouen ticking. Itīs a beautiful little city set in the mountains though and to set it aside from anywhere else the walls, the roads and the foot paths are all washed blue. The colour makes it great from photography and gives the place a nice relaxing ambience, add a few drugs to the mix and I am sure that you could have an "interesting" time in Chefchaouen. Once again I settled for a lot of walking, the mountains were nothing short of amazing to walk through. Matt, Charles and myself spent the good part of one day taking a trek up into the mountains to soak up the spectacular views of Chefchaouen, taking arty photoīs of the wild flowers, drinking water from random water wells and watching the farmers shifting their goats. Charles even spotted a snake at one point, much to my disgust I missed the entire event.

A few very old Mosques skirting the city created yet another walking challenge; without a direct route between them Charles and I navigated our way between them one evening. We wandered through wheat fields that were dotted with poppy flowers on the mountain side, fig plantations, mountain rocks and plants, herds of goats and through back yards whilst keeping an eye out for dogs that seemed to come at leaps and bounds from time to time! Despite the lighting being very poor for photography the walk was well worth the effort, we saw a lot of different things and for the record stoned tourists are not different things in Chefchaouen!

My feet have packed a sad with all this walking, blistered and cracked itīs probably a good thing that I am now on route to Lisbon. Yesterday I crossed the strait from Tanger to Tarifa and continued onward to Seville. I had planned on travelling through to Lisborn last night but a hiccup with my bus ticket left me stuck in Seville with no transport or accommodation. Come 11pm I was resigned to the fact that I would be on the park bench for the night but after being hassled by the homeless people I went back to the bus station in search of a more peaceful sleep. It was there that I met a young Italian guy who organised for me to meet his friend Luca at a cafe in central Seville at 1am. This little cafe turned out to be the funkiest little place in town. Luca (Italian) and Christina (Spanish) met me at 1am as planned - the only scruffy person with a large pack in the entire place, I was a pretty easy find. We dropped my pack at Christinaīs boyfriendīs place about two doors down and proceeded on to a party! We had a great night, I met some great people and had a fun time... and I had a bed for the night, a very nice one at that! I trotted off this morning, leaving Luca and Christina a hefty lot of dosh for their troubles in bailing out a complete stranger. Although the situation turned out fantastic, I am not too short sighted to understand that I disobeying rule number 1 of solo travel - not turning up at night without anywhere to stay. My situation was far from ideal and could have just as easily turned really bad, a good wake up call for me.

Itīs raining cats and dogs outside right now, my bus leaves for Lisbon at about mid-night so I am killing time between now and then. The weather is absolute rubbish! Anyway, if I have learnt nothing else during this trip I have learnt that I want to become fluent in a second language, thereīs a whole world of interesting people out there that I canīt currently communicate with, a common flaw with New Zealanders I think and something I am keen to rectify for myself because itīs embarrassing! Who knowīs I might I have to factor in some time living in a foreign speaking country....
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