We actually didnt take that many pictures in Morocco,
mainly because Husband kept getting mistaken for a Moroccan
which was pretty handy as it meant nobody bothered us.
Until we got a camera out and then every tourist tout in a mile came
out of all the nooks and crannies.
We rocketed through North Morocco in a weekend.
We hit Tangier, Fez, Chefchaouen, Tetouan and Ceuta.
to be honest I really wasnt into the big cities.
They highlights were just Arab style markets
which i saw enough off in Cairo...nothing new.
I did love the food...mmmm Moroccan stew and couscous,
and the freshly squeezed orange juice,
at one meal after having been travelling for quite a while
husband and I downed 8 classes between us,
in about 45mins!!!!
i did love Chefchaouen though.
What an adventure it was to get there!
turns out all the regular buses (that mainly take tourists)
where sold out...uhoh...
so we managed to hang around at the local
Moroccan bus stop for a few hours and
bribe our way onto a local bus
(i hate to think how much the
overcharged us...it was still pretty cheap)
we ended getting on a bus to a destination
that was on no maps,
the ticket tout assured us it was only 8km
from our destination.
So we sat on a very hot dirty bus for 5 hours
going to the middle of nowhere...literally.
When we got there it was lovely,
in the mountains and all the buildings stonewashed light blue.
Husband also treated us to the only 5* hotel in town...
After spending the day haggling as lowly backpackers
it was nice to splurge out in the evening.
(still for the price of a fairly average hotel in europe)
It was definitely the highlight of my trip,
sitting on our own private balcony drinking fresh orange
watching the sun go down.