شفشاون Chefchaouen, city of blue
Journal Entry: April 26th-29th, 2005
Finally wegot the courage to get up early to inquire about bus times and fares to Chefchaouen. It seemed as though were running smooth, almost too smooth. "What will come of this?" we thought.
After enduring a long 6 hour bus ride going through the Rif mountains and going through small peasant towns, and having to endure a man not sitting far from us vomiting in a towel and having him leave the towel on the floor; and the bus without having any air conditioning or any windows to get some fresh air. We finally arrived in Chefchaouen!!
I never got the real name of this hostel Attila mentioned. But he knew the owner of this hostel. His name was Mohammed. He'd traveled around Europe and many parts of Africa. His theme: providing a true African exprience even as far North in Africa!
This city was amazing, with blue coloring all over mixed with white colored buildings, this was the coolest place I have seen in the world.
Back at the hostel. Mohammed's hostel not only had lively African drumming sessions, but small rooms where one could smoke, drink whatever they wanted. He went way beyond the normal service one would get in any ordinary hostel. I guess he wanted us to have a good time, and we did.
Finally, we were able to relax without having to be hassled or hustled for drugs and anything else for that matter. Still, there were problems. Nate and I didn't spend that much time together. We were getting on each other's nerves. Chris and Attila were caught in the middle of this silent battle.
Even with our problems, silent or otherwise, we just couldn't get enough of the great hospitality of this hostel. The price, I should mention was somewhere in the price of 3 dollars a night per person. Also the great morrocan food was something else we couldn't pass up. Chicken tajine, couscous and of course the infamous mint tea. why leave?
Alkim, a friend of Mohammed, who spoke english and french fluently, showed us around the city and was a great friendly guy too.
With all the great foods we ate and smoking Hashish, we had to get our good health back by taking a hike up in the mountains.
We found a nice shaded spot up the mountain, where we talked about life, future careers and how everyone was feeling. This was a great time for me and Nate to put our differences to the side. We also learned that Chris will soon be leaving back to Europe. We were hoping that he would stick around longer. We will meet him again someday. . .
We left the next morning for Casablanca!
Journal Entry: April 26th-29th, 2005
Finally wegot the courage to get up early to inquire about bus times and fares to Chefchaouen. It seemed as though were running smooth, almost too smooth. "What will come of this?" we thought.
After enduring a long 6 hour bus ride going through the Rif mountains and going through small peasant towns, and having to endure a man not sitting far from us vomiting in a towel and having him leave the towel on the floor; and the bus without having any air conditioning or any windows to get some fresh air. We finally arrived in Chefchaouen!!
I never got the real name of this hostel Attila mentioned. But he knew the owner of this hostel. His name was Mohammed. He'd traveled around Europe and many parts of Africa. His theme: providing a true African exprience even as far North in Africa!
This city was amazing, with blue coloring all over mixed with white colored buildings, this was the coolest place I have seen in the world.
Back at the hostel. Mohammed's hostel not only had lively African drumming sessions, but small rooms where one could smoke, drink whatever they wanted. He went way beyond the normal service one would get in any ordinary hostel. I guess he wanted us to have a good time, and we did.
Finally, we were able to relax without having to be hassled or hustled for drugs and anything else for that matter. Still, there were problems. Nate and I didn't spend that much time together. We were getting on each other's nerves. Chris and Attila were caught in the middle of this silent battle.
Even with our problems, silent or otherwise, we just couldn't get enough of the great hospitality of this hostel. The price, I should mention was somewhere in the price of 3 dollars a night per person. Also the great morrocan food was something else we couldn't pass up. Chicken tajine, couscous and of course the infamous mint tea. why leave?
Alkim, a friend of Mohammed, who spoke english and french fluently, showed us around the city and was a great friendly guy too.
With all the great foods we ate and smoking Hashish, we had to get our good health back by taking a hike up in the mountains.
We found a nice shaded spot up the mountain, where we talked about life, future careers and how everyone was feeling. This was a great time for me and Nate to put our differences to the side. We also learned that Chris will soon be leaving back to Europe. We were hoping that he would stick around longer. We will meet him again someday. . .
We left the next morning for Casablanca!
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