Ad hoc note: we usually take it in turns to write our wee blog posts, but Ju’s got medina fever and is laid up in bed so I’m doubling up.<\/p>\n
We’re here: N35.17567 W5.26715. It’s a campsite sat on the hillside above the small town of Chefchaouen.<\/p>\n
Weather: sunny all day, cooling off quickly now the sun’s gone down. We’re going to fire up our halogen heater soon, risking taking the whole campsite offline.<\/p>\n
About 5:50am this morning, the loudspeaker on the local mosques announces the call to prayer. Final score:<\/p>\n
Jay’s Earplugs 0; Call to Prayer 1<\/p>\n
We laid in bed, awake for a while, then I got up. I was too excited to stay in bed. And some of the French guys were already leaving the site, presumably to get the best places at the next set of campsites away from the port. Time to leave!<\/p>\n
We programmed our satnav with the campsite at Chefchaoen, and headed off. The journey was pretty uneventful to start off, apart from me accidentally straying off onto the toll motorway back to M’Diq, incurring a 12Dh (about \u00a31) charge (6Dh for the 10Km there, and 6 for the 10Km back). We then filled up on diesel (7Dh\/litre – about 60p a litre!) and got onto the good roads. The little single track fellas winding their way through valleys, through towns and along hillsides. It was like a hazard perception test on acid:<\/p>\n
Marocco is as they say ‘an assult on the senses’, and we now know what people mean when they say their first instinct is to head back to Spain. One minute we’re loving it, the next we’re terrified, and then back again. We were ‘kissed’ by a lorry on a hairpin bend (no damage done) then a minute later pulled over by a car which had overtaken us. He just wanted to sell us some ‘chocolate’ and was happy to let us on our way when we said we needed none.<\/p>\n
We were mightily relieved to get to the rough piece of walled in, gated and guarded land which makes for a Moroccan campsite. It’s sat in quite a spectacular location looking down over the new and old town (old town = the medina). After sitting around for a while breathing, having a quick kip and some food, I had a chat with Alan and Brenda parked up next door. They live in France, have a French registered van and I assumed they were French. Nope. This also apparently caused great confusion and delay at the border crossing too. They’d been down into the medina and showed me some photos. Looked great, so we got up some courage, leashed up Charlie and headed off.<\/p>\n
About 200 meters later, the hassling started: kids asking for sweets and locals wanting to sell us ‘chocolate’. All good humoured, although it took us (well me, for some reason they all went for me) a while to get used to issuing a friendly ‘La Shukran’ (no thanks), which after a few repeats generally worked. A good set of steps took us through the local graveyard (graves randomly strewn down the hill), and into the multi-hewed blue medina.<\/p>\n
Another assault. Everyone is fascinated by Charlie (we understand dogs are seen as unclean to Muslims, we’re not arguing!). We think this may be the first King Charles Cav to make it here. People stare, some point, the braver kids go for a leg grab or stroke. Charlie takes it in his stride. Today is apparently a holiday so many of the medina shops are closed, with wooden shutters and metal clasps. Some are open, selling leather goods, spices, fruit, woven wool clothes, carpets (of course), drinks, shoe shining, small carved and blue painted doorways and probably a lot more stuff I’ve missed.<\/p>\n
On the other side of the medina, the river flows, and the women work. They wash clothes by hand, or by foot, in the cold water of the river. Just as amazing to see as the guys ploughing by hand. I’m so naive. I did’t expect to see this in northern Africa. I’m a little shocked, but the people here seem to be very happy with their lot, and who am I to argue. We come back into the medina, let a tout grab us and see off a couple of mint teas opposite the Kasbah. A man arrives with a violin and makes such a racket we have to leave. I give him a couple of dirhams (a whole 15p); I felt sorry for the fella.<\/p>\n
We’re back in Dave now. I’ve researched campsites and a possible route, which takes in a hulluvalot more driving so I’m going to have to man up. A cheeky beer is being seen off (non-Muslims are OK to drink alcohol here, as long as you’re not too blatant about it – I don’t know what blatant is so the curtains are shut, I feel dirty).<\/p>\n
We’re planning on staying put tomorrow to mentally regroup. We hear there’s a market on in town, so will probably venture to that, maybe without Charlie this time though.<\/p>\n\n\t\t