Chilling in the Blue Town

Certainly in holiday mode. As we got our carcasses outta bed we headed out to the cosy medina of Chefchaoun, into the new village. There we strolled through the streets and watched the town come to life. In one of the piazzas we parked our bottoms and watched the local kids play soccer and listened to the men haggle in the fish markets. From there, since we were half way to the bus station we thought we should check out our tickets to Tangier. All we had to do was follow the street going down hill for the next kilometre. Along the way we said hello to policeman, the local mechanic and anyone who said g'day. Luckily, at the bus station we found a bus company that left at 8:30am. Unfortunately not the most classiest company we came with, but the Moroccan express, lol... Would have to do! We headed back to the medina to munch on a much needed brunch. We found a local pizzeria where we chatted to the owner in English and our limited Arabic vocabulary - oh those friendly Moroccans. With our batteries recharged we went on exploring the rest of the medina. All the streets and alleyways were covered in different shades of blue. Old doors and renovated doors were hidden in a sea of blue walls. Local men wandered up and down the streets in their jellaba looking like Jedi's from Star Wars. I was just waiting to see a light saver for sale in a market stall. After getting trigger happy with our cameras for a good couple of hours, some relaxation was in order.

To the Hamam we go!! It was certainly entertaining trying to communicate with the dear, old lady who worked there, since she didn't speak a word of English. Actually, no one who attended the Hamam spoke English. We definitely had found the hangout for the local ladies. I'm gonna keep this one brief since writing about the Hamam, might not nearly be as chuckle- worthy as hearing the story firsthand!

A couple of hours later we emerged from the local bath, scrubbed, massaged and so fresh 'n' so clean, clean!! Next on the agenda was back to the hostel to chilax and try and hold off eating dinner till at least 6:30pm... Argh, we lasted till 6.

Snuggled up in multiple layers, we headed out for our last supper in Morroco. We found a lovely three story restaurant that looked over the piazza. There we munched away on our delicious tagines! Unfortunately it was so chilly and the little town had already gone into shutdown mode that we made our way back home to return blood circulation to our fingers and toes at a very responsible hour of 'nanna' o'clock.