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Day 3 – Chefchaouen to Fes (Part 1)
If yesterday’s entry and todays have some typos, it’s because I’m typing as we drive through beautiful moroccan farmland and countryside, on rather less beautiful but still sealed Moroccan roads. It’s pretty close to thhe average Australian country road really, minus the laden donkeys – but I kid you not on the similarities, we went through a patch lined by gum trees, where a lot of the houses had corrogated tin rooves. But right now it’s lush, green and were it not for the occasional cactus and lack of three strand barbed wire and star pickets, rather like Australian farmland. Breakfast was again freshly squeezed orange juice, doughnuts, jam and…
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Day 2 – Chefchaouen
Managed about 8 hours sleep which felt good — felt good to be able to lie completely horizontal. Woke briefly by the call to prayer, then dozed on and off to the sound of all the roosters in the neighbourhood doing their thing. Vowed to eat more chicken as a result of one particularly vocal local dude. Threw open the windows at first light, letting in the wsonderful view and some beautifully brisk fresh air (though L may have found this to be a bit beyond brisk). The view over the town was worth climbing the hills and the steep steps for, all of the brightly coloured box houses nestled…
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Day 1 – Part 3 – Casablanca to Chefchaouen
We landed fine, made it through customs okay, had a mildly anxious moment when our bags took a while to appear at the luggage carousel (long story for those who missed the 2009 trip). Slightly more anxious time when our driver wasn’t around to meet us as we were expecting. After 30 minute wait of inspecting every piece of paper being held up multiple times, Abdul arrived, having spent over 30 minutes waiting for us at the other terminal, probably getting just as impatient. We loaded our bags into a minivan, probably larger than we’re likely to need but we don’t get to pick the vehicle. Then it was out…
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Day 2 – Chefchaouen
Why I’m looking out the window and not blogging:
