We decided to leave the bigger Moroccan cities behind and hit the country. Chaouen (as the locals call it) is towards the Spanish border. It was still a ‘medina’ town, but on a different scale to the ones we had previously seen. Much prettier smaller, and less hustling.
The medina is painted blue and white and looks quite amazing. Apparently it started this way in the 1930s. We wandered around, rested and went for a walk up the hill. It is set in a valley with the “Rif” mountains in the background, and a well known National Park. We really enjoyed our extended stay here!
The extension came courtesy of tummy bugs – something we had been clear of through most of Turkey. However we had cheap reasonable accommodation so it was bearable!!
This town was green, very green, in more ways than one! Everywhere you went you were offered some of the regions finest. (Kif from the Rif) Even buying bread and water – would you like extras?? We knew it was like this – but different when you experience it first hand. We walked up the hill to take in the fantastic views, and the customary drinks/snack stall was there. The guy spoke to us all the usual stuff, and then wanted to know if we wanted to have a tour of his garden …. We were cautious about being out at night as some of the locals got quite noisy – and there were a few animated discussions in the streets. Georgia managed to buy a small handbag – but the pouffes got away on Richard – after much looking and debating and some negotiating! 🙁