What a whirlwind of a week!

Just a couple of weeks ago, I was planning our Spain leg, looking at the map and wondering where we would go after Seville.  As usual, me and maps are a dangerous combination!

Africa is just so close and so it seemed silly not to make a day trip across to Tangier, Morocco.  Then it seemed silly not to go just a little further to ‘the Blue City’, then it seemed crazy not to go to the Sahara desert.  It seems traveling there is near impossible in the summer due to the heat and usually, that’s our only chance to travel…
A mosque in the mountains, Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

The next thing you know, I was booking two nights in Tarifa either side of a week in Morocco!

Read about our travels from the beginning here!

 

Culture Shock in Africa

After a relatively painless one hour ferry across to Tangier, it was time to run the gauntlet.  Of course first we had to make it through the crowd getting off the boat and the passport check.  It seems 6 bags per person is the average for luggage on the ferry and lining up nicely is highly overrated!

Tangier, Morocco

Africa, baby!!

Heads down and a pep in our step, we walked with purpose determined not to get caught up in the crowd of taxi drivers, guides and anyone else with their eyes on the fresh meat.

We faltered slightly when we failed to realize that the ‘bank’ at the port to change money was actually a man operating out of the back of a panel van!  Still, with dirhams in hand we were just a half hour walk away from the bus station.
driving through the Rif Mountains to Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

Luckily there were still tickets left for the 12pm bus to Chefchaouen as tickets couldn’t be purchased out of Morocco.  With everything going according to plan we had time for breakfast in the restaurant.

A man, who turned out to be the manager, befriended us and chatted with us for a while. He briefly left us to break up a fight between two of his workers!  He returned to make sure we were being taken care of and ask if we had any questions.

When I asked how much to pay for the washroom he grabbed all our change and took me, paying the man himself.  Conveniently we never saw the rest of our change and we still had no idea how much a washroom cost!  I did get my first experience in years of the hole-in-the-ground toilet with a tap and bucket instead of toilet paper.

 

Chefchaouen, The Blue Pearl

After a 3.5 hour scenic bus ride into the Rif Mountains, we arrived at our first stop, Chefchaouen.  A taxi dropped us at our hotel, right opposite the kasbah.  We checked in, dropped our bags, and headed out to explore.

Kasbah, Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

Sunset behind the kasbah – the view from our room window.

There are conflicting stories as to why the town is painted blue but either way it is very pretty – and touristy.  It’s a great first stop in Morocco as the locals are far less aggressive and the general feeling is more relaxed than other cities.
blue door with coloured rugs, Chefchaouen, Morocco

We stayed here for two nights so in the morning of our first day we hiked up beyond the city wall and into the mountains a short distance.  It became apparent that a landslide had taken out the trail and, being the centre of Moroccan marijuana growing, we weren’t sure how far we should wander.

Rif Mountains, Chefchaouen, Morocco

Hiking into the mountains behind Chefchaouen

The waterfalls are just on the outskirts of town where the local women come to do their washing and the kids play in the water.  They have become a big tourist stop so they are now surrounded by vendors but the waterfalls themselves are pretty as the rivers comes out of the ravine and flows through town.

Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

Even the trees are blue!

 

Welcome to Fes!

We booked our bus tickets to Fes as soon as we arrived in Chefchaouen two days earlier.  This worked out perfectly as we got two of the last four tickets available and the last two together.  Even better they weren’t the seats in front of the projectile vomiter who splattered the head of the girl in front of him!  It’s terrible but I’m still laughing about it!!

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Another scenic drive from Chefchaouen to Fez

This was not our best day!  At the bus station we found a taxi to take us to the train station.  We planned to buy our exit train ticket immediately before finding another taxi to the Medina and our riad.

Of course, we found a super ‘helpful’ taxi driver who told Terry to stay in the car with the luggage while I went to buy the tickets solo.  He called the riad and discovered a ‘better’ place to drop us off.  Tickets in hand, he found us a petit taxi to take us to the Medina and told him where to take us (we assume that’s what he said anyway).

We got out of the taxi and I pulled out the map and directions from our riad owner.  After reading many stories or people being very insistent about giving directions then demanding money, we were determined to walk like we knew where we were.

This fell apart a little when we couldn’t find the alley we were told to take.  After walking back and forth a few times and nearly getting run over by a donkey, a man insisted that he would help us for free and to give him the phone number for our riad.  It turns out the taxi driver had dropped us off at the wrong parking lot!

Fes, Morocco

The view from our riad’s rooftop across the Medina and tanneries.

Our new friend was great!  He had someone come to meet us and walk us to the riad.  He showed us many of the things in his herbalist store in the meantime, of course we felt obligated to buy a few things, and then also took us to a weaving shop for a similar experience.

Eventually the riad housekeeper found us and took us to the riad.  Her complete lack of English made communication tough and when we asked about nearby places for dinner she offered to cook for us.  It was more expensive than anything we had eaten so far but tasty and, after a long day, was easy.

 

The Sahara Desert!

After much deliberating, we booked a tour for the desert.  It seemed there were only night buses to and from Merzouga, the gateway to the sand dunes.  It meant three nights in a row with little to no sleep and two full days just waiting in the desert for the camel/bus.  With only one week total we decided it was worth the money.

Sahara Desert, Merzouga, Morocco

Meet Colin!

After our first two bus rides I was no longer regretting taking the expensive and easy way out!  Our driver showed up more or less on time and we headed out in his SUV around 8am.  Unlike the night bus, we were able to stop wherever we asked for photos and there were also scheduled stops along the route.

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Just one of the photo stops along the 7 hour route to Merzouga.

First on the agenda was a trip through Ifrane, a Swiss-inspired ski village. Nearby there is a forest that is famous for the Barbary apes that live there.  They are so used to human visitors now that apparently you can even feed them sometimes.  Unfortunately, the weather through this stretch was awful in both directions so no apes for us :(.
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We also stopped at an oasis.  The entire river valley is filled with green grass and palm trees while there is nothing but brown on either side.

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Check out the town of adobe houses along the edge of the oasis!

As we continued over a hill a shockingly bright turquoise lake came into view.  The colour would rival any glacial lake I’ve ever seen.  According to our guide the lake is used for hydroelectricity and a water filtration plant for the entire region.
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Eventually we reached Merzouga, a collection of haphazardly placed buildings backed by huge sand dunes.

After a mint tea and a break, we were matched with our camels and before we knew it were being led into the desert.

Sahara desert, Merzouga, Morocco

The sun is starting to set as we begin our hour long trek to our nomad camp.  Camels are only ridden in early morning or late afternoon because of the heat of the sun during the day.

We reached camp just in time to climb the highest dune for sunset.  With a red face (it’s hard work climbing in such soft sand!) we enjoyed the view then began the walk back.

Erg Chebbi, Sahara Desert, Morocco

The last glimpse of the sun for the day

As soon as the sun set the wind picked up.  We got battered with sand as we tried to navigate the way back to camp, footsteps disappearing in front of us.

Not much longer and everyone was congregating in the dinner tent for our delicious Berber cooked tagine dinner.  This was followed with Berber drums around a campfire.

Erg Chebbi, Sahara Desert, Merzouga, Morocco

Our Berber hosts are preparing for their drumming session.

It wasn’t too long before we decided to retire to our tent, knowing we would be woken before sunrise.

Berber nomad tents in Erg Chebbi, Sahara Desert, Morocco

Our home for the night, the Berber nomad camp at Erg Chebbi, the largest sand dunes in Morocco’s Sahara.  The toilet block is the small one off to the right 🙂

The next morning we were on our camels and starting the trek back just as the sun slipped over the sand dunes.
camel ride, Sahara Desert, Merzouga, Morocco

We were given breakfast and a room to shower and change before beginning the long drive back to Fes.  There was a bonus guided tour of Rissani and it’s markets as well.  Definitely plenty we wouldn’t have seen on a night bus.

Rissani, Morocco

Animals are brought to market in all sorts of ways. This guy uses pedal power!  In the background you can see a donkey with 3 lambs in his pouches.

 

Getting to know Fes

On our return, we had booked two nights in Fes so this was now our chance to get to know the largest and oldest Medina in the world.  It’s actually a UNESCO World Heritage Site and comprised of 9,500 alleys.

Our riad was awesome, if you are going to Fes you need to stay here!  The host gave us some tips and a map then invited us onto the rooftop terrace for the sunset call to prayer.  Given his location, the call from many of the nearby mosques can be heard over each other as they echo around the hills.

Riad La Cheminee Bleue, Fes medina, Morocco

Our riad, La Cheminee Bleue

Our host also highly recommended having a tour guide as we only had one day.  Honestly, unless you have no sense of direction or are looking to make purchases, this can probably be skipped but he was good.

Fes medina, Morocco

I’ll add a caption when I remember what this place is…

We were taken to the main monuments in the Medina and through various alleyways.  A herbalist, a weaver, the tanneries and would have been taken to a Berber carpet shop but we had gone already in Rissani.

Fes medina, Morocco

9,500 alleys and suddenly we find ourselves in an open plaza filled with metal workers, and even a tree!

The tanneries are the largest in Africa and quite a sight.  Upon entering the building we were given a sprig of mint to counteract the smell – and we needed it!  After viewing the dye vats and workers below there are various rooms filled with all sorts of leather products.  Somehow we each ended up with a new bag…

the tanneries, Fes medina, Morocco

The largest tanneries in Africa. The smell was pretty potent from the viewing deck so I can’t imagine the guys who are down there working in it all day!

Fes is an amazing city.  You could be lost for days inside the Medina and yet right outside its walls the city drops away and there is nothing but countryside and mountains!

 

How quickly a week goes by!

Just like that our week was over.  Richard, our riad host, kindly offered to drive us to the train station in the morning.  Just 6 hours later we were back in Tangier and heading to the ferry port! It was a lot of traveling but so worth it, although I wish we could have had more time to explore…

Fes medina, Morocco

Living it up in 1st class!

 

What’s next?

During our time in Chefchaouen, we had extended our stay in Tarifa so we’ll be spending a little more time here before moving on.  Our time here before Morocco was filled with windy days and kite after kite in the sky.  Terry decided he wants to extend his learning from our kiteboarding weekend in Tobago.  Me?  The water’s a little too cold for me.  He can teach me everything he learns when we get to warmer waters!

 

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Morocco in Pictures

Fes medina, Morocco

Fes medina, Morocco
Fes medina, Morocco

Fes medina, Morocco

Sahara Desert, Merzouga, Morocco
Fes medina, Morocco

Chefchaouen, Morocco

Chefchaouen, Morocco
Fes medina, Morocco

Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

Chefchaouen, Morocco
Sahara Desert, Merzouga, Morocco

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Fes medina, Morocco
Fes medina, Morocco

Fes medina, Morocco

Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco
Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

Chefchaouen, the blue city, Morocco

Chefchaouen, Morocco
Chefchaouen, Morocco
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Claire

Welcome! I'm an elementary school teacher who loves to get out of the classroom and travel. Together with my husband, we write about traveling as a couple while keeping permanent jobs at home in Canada. Too old for hostels, we're wiling to splurge on comfort and amazing experiences but cut costs wherever we can. When I'm not in the classroom or traveling, I can be found on a squash court, beach or golf course.

4 Comments

Simon · May 21, 2018 at 2:09 am

People after my own heart! I’m grateful to Tanya Quinn for sharing your blog with me, she said I would enjoy the read. I’m planning a trip to Morocco next April so was great to read first hand experiences and not the travel guide carefully concocted spiels. Will have to take some time now to look at your other adventures.

    Claire · May 21, 2018 at 1:11 pm

    Hi!
    Thanks for finding us :). In the not-too-distant future I will be writing up more detail about Morocco, that was more just a diary-style post. We didn’t have nearly long enough in the country but let me know if you have any questions while planning. And say hi to Tanya for us!!

Nancy Shearer · May 17, 2018 at 10:20 am

What a wonderful post! So glad you are doing all this traveling now, while you are young. You two are so adventurous! And your photos are beautiful. We are still waiting for you here in California.

    Claire · May 17, 2018 at 1:48 pm

    Thanks! And double thanks for calling us young ;). We keep talking about hiring a campervan and driving the length of the Pacific Coast Highway – you will definitely be a stop on the tour!

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