ChefchaouenMay 26, 2008
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| We arrived in Chefchaouen, a small village in the Rif Mountains, best known for its blue washed walls and copious amounts of hashish...needless to say it was very laidback and the opposite of Fes and Marrakesh. We wandered the hills above the town with the sheep herders and mountain goats. Instead of pressure sales for carpets or trinkets the shop owners sat on the stools outside their shops, smoking joints and offering it up. Bob Marley is very popular here. Drug culture aside, the town was a utopia for photographs, every turn down a small lane took you to a new blue door that needed to be captured on film. We met a Canadian boy, Paul, a Vancoverite at that, who climbed up the mountain everyday to play his banjo among the cannabis crops. An homage to the kif of the rif. The old toothless Chaouens recruited him into their 3 piece band, Mau, Tao and Pow (how you say Paul in Chauoen dialect). Becuase it was so cool, lush and green it was very different from the Morocco that we have been travelling through for the past couple of weeks. It reminded us of home (or maybe it was the pot...not sure)but it was a great ending to our Moroccan adventure. |
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