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Published: January 20th 2020
We arrived yesterday in Chefchaouen to the rain and cold. Having dropped off our bags, we headed in to the beautiful Medina to lose ourselves and eat of course. I am still looking for the beautiful biscuits we ate in Casablanca .... all shortbread and sesame seeds but with oh so much more butter!
Chefchaouen is famous for its beautiful blue-washed buildings and streets in the old town. The steep cobbled laneways are slippery to say the least, but it has dried up quickly today thank goodness. In the main square of Place Outa el Hammam is the red walled Kasbah which was a 15th century fortress and dungeon. The views from the top of the tower of the immediate town are stunning, as they are from the Spanish mosque, which is about a 15 minute walk up the hill from the town.
There really isnt alot more to do here so its been a nice restful day. ....and by chance I found those biscuits in a tiny little shop front on the way in to the old town! We chose a couple of biscuits on the way in and on the way back I thought perhaps I had
better stock up, so we bought 10! That should be enough fur the road trip tomorrow! As it turns out, there's a man cooking in an underground oven there. The oven was built when the Sabanin neighbourhood was founded during the reign of Prince Mohamed Ben Rashed from 1540 to 1560, so says the little sign on the side of the store.
Our hotel, Dar Echchaouen, is really comfortable and has the most beautiful gardens. Just a 5 minute walk to the main square so the perfect choice. On the way back to our hotel I hear a man yelling hello from behind us which we ignore. After all, who the hell would be calling us right? We hear it again. We turn around and it is our guide from Tangier, Achraf, smiling broadly at us!! He is here with his family and friends for a couple of days and introduces us to them all. It's always nice to see a familiar face, albeit one you have only spent a few hours with.
Except this country lacks alcohol venues of any sort. No beer. This man is struggling. Hence why there are no funny stories thus
far. Well apart from Sharls and squat toilets. She doesn't have the squatting down pat. Not far enough down on the squat or maybe too far down. Comes out of aforementioned toilets with wet shoes. How did they get wet one asks? How do you think comes the retort. To which we both start laughing. Takes us back to China 2008. By the end of China she was pissing like a champion. Dry feet and all.
Also she has found Moroccan biscuits to her liking. Buying them by the bag full. 10 fingers up to the biscuit seller who speaks no English. She sits to take her shoes off. Guess she wants more than 10 biscuits.
Sharls: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story hey Shane? I did NOT get my shoes wet....it was a near miss at worst. All I said was that I was struggling with the technique because I couldnt get it to go where I wanted...Too high? Too low? ....mmmmm its quite the art!
He could actually have had a bottle of wine with dinner but he was too tight to pay the 300 DHS!
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