THE BLUE CITY
My favourite city in Morocco. The ‘blue city’. This place feels like another world. You will find yourself lost in the tiny winding pathways amongst tall blue buildings, tiny doorways and hole-in-the-wall shops selling traditional wares. The sweltering heat of the Moroccan sun is kept at bay by the coolness of the blue walls and the shelter of the towering Rif Mountain Range. Spend at least a week here, it’s well worth it.
WHAT TO DO
Wander. Lose yourself. The most interesting and tiniest shops and cafes are found at the end of the longest pathways, nestled into nooks between buildings and behind long rows of colourful washing hanging from window to window.
Take some time out to hike in the Rif Mountains. It’s breathtaking, beautiful and feels so damn good to work up a sweat and get that gorgeous mountain air into your lungs! The hikes can be tough if you choose or relatively easy for anyone with a basic fitness level. Regardless, they are extremely satisfying and fairly easy to follow. You can also hire a guide from the town for just a few Dirham to give you some history and fascinating stories about life in the Rif mountains.
WHAT I ATE
Mountain food is simply nourishing for your soul. You can actually feel the goodness in it! We ate delectable fresh homegrown veggies cooked in family sized tagines served with handmade bread, goats cheese and handpicked dates. Now a mint tea addict, I was desperate for my fix and of course these lovely mountain ladies were able to oblige with our customary end of meal tea party.
In the city I ate at a myriad of lovely little cafes and restaurants, served by the friendliest people. One of my favourites was Beldi Bab Ssour – amazing food and hospitality with a stunning rooftop view of the city.
Freshly squeezed orange juice as always is readily available on every laneway with sellers trying their best to convince you in a mix of Arabic, French and English of whose is the sweetest and juiciest juice!
You will see a wide variety of wonderful clothing worn by the locals, my favourite being the long ankle length cloaks with tall pointed hoods worn by the men of the city. For me this created a wizardly, Harry Potter-esque kind of feeling that I unashamedly really loved! People-watching in Chefchaouen was actually one of my favourite pastimes. Order a mint tea, relax and just enjoy this other worldly experience.
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