When I last blogged I was in Rabat. After, I walked through the Medina to the Kasbah in Rabat and was blown away. The archirecture, the colours are like nothing else. On my way back i got stuck into some Moroccan tucker and that's when i fell in love wih Morocco. Another post on that one though.
It has rained everyday. I should have packed a rain jacket.
After a day in Rabat, I decided to head to Tangier for Chefchaouen. Determined to save $2.50, I decided to catch the bus (damn weak AUD... ruining my trip). Through rain I walked past the taxi stand right in front of the hotel for about 500 mtrs to the bus stop. Soaked and unable to feel my extermities I clenched my jaw. tucked my hands under my armpits and stood at the bustop, bracing the rain. I spotted some cover 50 mtr away from where I could look out for a number 30 or 17 bus and avoid pneumonia. I enjoyed 5 seconds of cover until a homeless guy turned up and yelled at me in Arabic, I'm assuming to get out of his crib. Should have guessed by the cardboard and the stench.
No bus for 10 minutes. Demoralised and frost-bitten I shook my fist at Varuna and walked back those 500 mtrs and took a shared taxi.
Things looked up from there. The taxi driver warmed me up with a rendition of "Kabhi Kabhi" (Kaabe Kaabe according to him) when I told him I was Indian and I got a direct bus to Chefchaouen.
Though it rained all yesterday and it is threatening to again, this town rocks. It's on the foothills of the Rif mountain and the medina is mind blowing. Everyone is trying to sell you hash, a lot like them trying to sell you "massages" in Shanghai... except hash doesn't give you syphillis.
3 tablets to go.
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