Kif in the Rif
Trip Start
Oct 30, 2007
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Trip End
Dec 11, 2007
Chefchaouen is a place you could easily spend longer than we did, but by mid-day we were on the road again driving through the Rif Mountains, heading in the direction of Meknes. The route was very rural, occasionally passing through very poor villages and little shantytowns. Here kids would wave to us as we drove past and we saw tractors pulling trailers full of men, women, children and cows, all together. We followed lorries so laden with hay they were double the height they should have been and we just hoped nothing would tumble off and hit us. Away from the towns we passed isolated farms consisting of nothing more than a few run down shacks and large bails of hay, surrounded by a vast expanse of ploughed fields or mountains. Women were out working in the fields, climbing olive trees, tending to their goats and collecting water from wells. Away from the bumpy roads there is sure to be fields of Cannabis, or "Kif" as it is called here, because the authorities turn a blind eye to the growing of it in the Rif Mountains.
