A Place to Remember
Do you know the feeling, when you’re just so taken by a place that your heart beats faster just thinking back of your time there? I have this feeling with Chefchaouen; the blue gem of Morocco. I am absolutely in love with this place and am so glad that I managed to do a quick trip there after all.
Having landed in Fez, I felt quite overwhelmed by the crowds and the busy feel of it. I have heard of Chefchaouen and decided to take a trip there. The plan was to do a day trip as I have already booked the accommodation in Fez for the whole length of my travels. However, after checking several tours, I nearly gave up on it as it was ridiculously expensive.
Luckily, I decided to research online and found out that there is a coach going from Fez to Chefchaouen for 10 times cheaper. Due to the timetable, I had to spend the night there, which turned out to be the best decision. I found a cheap hostel for just 6.5 GBP per night including breakfast.
En Route to the Blue City
It took nearly 5 hours to get to Chefchaouen, but the views were breathtaking. It was amazing how close you get to the Desert. Driving passed the little villages and farms, you really get to see the rural life of Morocco; thus realising how different it is to what you would see as a tourist in the big city.You see people passing by on their donkeys, working on the farms and little children running around, playing with chickens and waving at you.
5 hours later, we finally arrived in Chefchaouen. At first, you notice the blue doors here and there and the further into town you go, the bluer it got. The houses start to turn blue and once you reach the old Medina, the stairs turn blue. Everything was just blue. Little streets are decorated with colourful flower pots and the walls are adorned with colourful carpets, clothes and other goods.
Immediately, you notice the difference to Fez. You can browse through the shops and take your time without people pushing you to buy something. You can ask people for directions without worrying that they’ll expect money in return. The streets are less crowded and you find yourself just standing there, taking every little thing in, all the inspiration this town had to offer. The only (pleasant) disturbance being kittens staring at you. In every corned, you find paintings, amazing handcrafts, anything from jewellery to handwoven carpets. I wish I could get all these things back to London!
Nevertheless, next time, I would definetely plan more time in for Chefchaouen as I heard that there are beautiful hiking trails around the town as well.