Today we travel to Chefchaouen, which seems to be a beautiful old town in the Rif mountains. The drive leads to it through a varied landscape of green fields and mountains. We get off the beaten path as we come across a reservoir/lake.
Chefchaouen is situated on the edge of a forest, the campground is just in the woods, beautifully situated and when we arrive, there is one other guest. We find a nice shady spot and set up our tents.
A drink at the tent under the deafening sound of thousands of crickets and then we go to the city, a staircase leads to the old town which awakens when we arrive on the last day of Ramadan.
Many shops are closed, there are some open and a carpet merchant gives us our first experience with the seduction techniques of Moroccan traders, “come here a business card pick up” quickly turns into “good prices” and “looking, looking, no buying”.
So we don’t buy anything and play our own guide in the old city. A drink at the local bar (only sodas) appears to be super cheap and delicious and refreshing.
Later we find a restaurant where we experience the Moroccan cooking, it tastes fine to us, just Sonja’s vegetarian couscous shows to be just meat couscous without meat. We return to the campsite by taxi, it costs 20, I ask how much, yes indeed 20 dirham (non tourist price), which is € 1.80.
Sleep takes some effort, because it is still quite warm, Saskia and Marc let the fly off and we all have canopies open, which cools a bit. During the night it cools off a bit, fortunately.