shit I do not like standing. Suffice it to this sentence to imagine camaraderie as was the bathroom of my room, if the beautiful and blue Riyadh where I stayed yesterday.
Yesterday, while eating at the Plaza Caught her eye on the Hotel Parador in Chefchaouen and there I've been ready this morning to book. 530 dirhams a double room with private bathroom, not as nice as yesterday, but clean very clean, spotless compared to Nisrine, with pool and terrace facing the mountain and a bar serving beer Casablanca, perfect.
breakfast and installed So I went for a walk to the spring of Ras El Maa at the foot of the mountain, the heat is almost unbearable but the mountain views and worthwhile.
Yesterday, on his way to the medina with the "official guide" Abdul, I noticed the existence of a music store and there I've been willing to do me with some local repertoire. The boy did not speak or "papa" in English so we opted for the French, after which I concluded that either speech another "French" or who has no idea of \u200b\u200bthe language of Balzac's me. After bream maintained dialogue based mostly gestures and monosyllabic, almost growling, I have drawn the middle path and I relied on my good taste for the chart to choose a couple of CD's in which appeared a types of more modern and Reda Taliani Cheb Bilal. Upon leaving the store a young clerk lighted up by unexpected infinite knowledge has been dismissed with a smile from ear to ear, probably moved by the sale, with an effusive: Hi!
I ate like God, now the experience has been superior in every way, location, food, music, the atmosphere. Aladdin Restaurant has a menu of 75 dirhams a magnificent, first I made a creamy spicy Moroccan vegetable dot at the end and second chicken tagine with prunes and almonds, indescribable. Finally, the essential mint tea and Moroccan pastries, it said, a unique experience.
Aladin Restaurant (House of the magic lamp) When I crossed out with Abdul accompanying another "client" as this guy works. The guy, looking like a Dutch track to enjoy the beautiful, blue and "clean" Nisrine. We saluted
- Hey buddy, good?
- Yes, perfect, thanks.
- Your more days in Chefchaouen?
- Yes, all very well, thanks.
- Thanks friend, (and says goodbye to me with a big smile and hit in the chest included in thanks.)
Ramadan: Bodies lying in the streets of Chefchaouen, anywhere, any corner, in the parks, everyone is asleep . The night is another thing, the calls of the muezzin to prayer in the mosques that are scattered all over the city, drums, trumpets, I sound like vuvuzelas, the breaking of fast for the first meal of the day at 7 : 30
The former "famous" actor, apart from work cost the successful business in the mornings, evenings are devoted to the sale of rugs, I caught this afternoon in action. Like in the movies, a couple of tourists sitting in the tent enjoying the famous mint tea and trying to decide among the thousands who crowd the local carpet no more than 6 m2., A bit of haggling and ready for the living room carpet Flying to Cáceres.
I noticed a dip in our refreshing pool of the Roadhouse and I'm ready to take my first beer in infidel land. Casablanca with my hand, I think I could live perfectly on the terrace facing the mountain of Chefchaouen. Begins to darken.
The terrace of the Parador in Chefchaouen Two English have a beer at the bar in the cafeteria and committed two serious errors, first, are taking a Alhambra, but in addition to the normal, not special or anything like that, which would have a pass, and second, they are being taken in the cafeteria ugly bar instead of enjoying the beautiful sunset on the terrace facing the mountains of Chefchaouen, if I want to live there. Well too bad for them, the White House is very good and has a very cool logo.
Landscape and climate are perfect and almost 6 of each of the three Casablancas that I have "pimpled" begin to take effect.
The city is carved into the mountain in their holes in their bowels, a mountain of film, shocking, protective, like the sky on the novel by Paul Bowles. At times it seems that reaching out to touch you, move the house site, move trees from one place to another, sleeping, resting her head on one of their holes.
Chaouen The national sport is selling cost.
- Hello, English?
- How many days in Chefchaouen?
- My name is Mohamed, and you?
- Antonio, where does you Antonio? "In Madrid?
- De Almeria.
- Ah! I have many friends in Almeria.
- I have a good cost for you Antonio.
- No smoking Mohamed.
And Mohamed disappears without saying moo, like a soul that carries the Devil, French, engulfed by the medina.
I'm not going to Fez, is decided at another time will be. The bus will take 5 to 6 hours to travel the 190 km between Chaouen of Fez. I draw on the experience Tanger Chefchaouen, three hours for 100 km. Tomorrow I go back to Tangier and from there by ferry back to Tarifa.
I'm not going to Fez, is decided at another time will be. The bus will take 5 to 6 hours to travel the 190 km between Chaouen of Fez. I draw on the experience Tanger Chefchaouen, three hours for 100 km. Tomorrow I go back to Tangier and from there by ferry back to Tarifa.
There are many English in Chefchaouen, there are many English anywhere in the world claims to be sightseeing today and just about any place on earth is a tourist destination. There must be people out there who does not think so, but as tourism is Chaouen as Rome, there's no difference in the magnitude and the number of travelers from one city to another course that if they could live in Chaouen 2 months with the money from a weekend in Rome as well, but tourists after all.
Must be at ten o'clock at night, the music is very good at this time on the terrace of the Parador, Casablanca beer is better, the wonderful climate. At the front the night and almost invisible guardian of the mountain sleeps huddled Chaouen in the dark, like a monster slave and protector who watches over the dreams of its inhabitants. Until tomorrow.
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