Alternate Title: Embracing My Aesthetic
My friends have a running joke that the color blue is my aesthetic. Why? Because it really is, about 85% of my possessions are blue. It’s not my fault that I like blue, okay? It’s pretty. So in order to uphold my blue reputation I had to go visit the blue city of Morocco: Chefchaouen, or just Chaouen if you are lazy.
We were greeted in Chefchaouen by an enormous hill we had to climb. The city is built on the side of a mountain which means beautiful views and all of the climbing.
By the time we made it to our hostel I was dying from the heat. See despite it being February, the weather here has been beautiful. About 70ish degrees Fahrenheit everyday. But since Moroccan culture is more conservative clothing wise, I am less likely to take off my coat. Not that my shirts are risqué just not super conservative. This has been the first place where I have felt that pressure to conform, although a few hot spells have seen me tying my jacket around my waist.
After de-sweating at the hostel we set off a wandering. Most of our time in Chaouen was spent aimlessly wandering. Unlike most of blog entries where I give you a great play by play of events this will be more about my musings and random stuff that we saw around.
One special event that did happen was my first successful bargaining! I like to buy art from the different places I go, just little cheap scenes to remind me of my travels. Moroccan culture says that instead of pricing objects you must bargain for absolutely everything. I had never tried bargaining before, but turns out I’m not half bad at it. If you are cheap as hell and willing to leave the shopkeeper will give you the price you want. I was literally outside the shop and partway down the street when he agreed to the price I wanted. Instead of his original price of one painting for 200DH I got two for 130, not bad at all.
The best thing about wandering Chaouen is seeing the multitudes of blue everywhere. Deep indigos, sky blues, periwinkles, name it and it’s in the walls if Chaouen. It also works well at keeping the Medina cool. I imagine in the summer it makes the Medina even more of a haven from the heat.
We ended our first day by wandering partway up a nearby mountain to look out over the city. From there you could see all the hues of the city as well as the valley and other mountains beyond, absolutely gorgeous. You also got to see people selling their wares right on the mountainside. One man was selling small metal tiles and also carving more while awaiting customers. Another guy was making daisy chains and another had his art hung right on the side of the mountain. I suppose on a mountain trail you don’t need a stall.
That was pretty much the end of our day and we headed back to our hostel. It did take a bit of trial and error to make it home, as google maps refuses to give walking directions through the Medina when you are offline. I got spoiled in Europe with my French data plan, here in Africa it’s up to me and my map reading skills. Luckily, we made it to bed in the end.
Day 2
Our hostel sadly did not come with breakfast so we had to wander out an find a nearby cafe. I ended up getting Raghid which was sort of like a stiff crepe, it was very good and I left a happy camper.
From there we left with the possible intention of visiting the Kasbah. The reviews online weren’t great and we weren’t sure in the price was 10 Durham or 60. Turns out if you are Moroccan it’s 10 if you are anything else it’s 60. Since we were not Moroccan but still cheap, we gave the Kasbah a pass. 60DH isn’t especially expensive, but we didn’t think it was worth it to look at some gardens and see a nice view.
We then tried to return to the mountain from the day before and the creek at its base to hang by the water. This ended with us getting real lost and seeing lots more of the west of Chaouen than we had before. This was a more residential area, but still beautiful. In the end we made it to the water, but not before we saw all the animals.
Morocco as a whole seems to be filled to the brim with stray cats, and stray dogs are common enough. But near the river in Chaouen everyone brings their weird animals for tourists to pay to take pictures with, the first we saw were a pair of gorgeous peacocks then we saw a donkey, although he was more for hauling than amusing tourists and then we saw the weirdest one, the ostrich. Ostriches look pretty tall in zoos but even taller when they are stand8ng next to you on the side of the road.
Our next bout of aimless wandering brought us up above the city. We somehow got behind the wall that for some rain exists on the mountain behind the city. Not sure what that wall keeps out, but it wasn’t very good at keeping us in. Looking down on Chaouen was one of those stupid petty moments. Where everythng is just too beautiful and you can’t quite fathom how it all works.
At the top of the city we got not only to see the beauty of Chefchaouen, but hear it as well when the call to prayer sounded. Everyday 5 times a day the mosques in the city call out to bring the followers in the pray. Unlike the Christians bells, the Muslims have people yell out the masses and bring them in. From above we could hear at least a dozen voices calling over each other welcoming in their people. It was surreal to hear the voices overlap and meld together. Although I did not understand the Arabic words the message was still there and absolutely beautiful.
We then had a late lunch/dinner at the most stereotypically Moroccan restaurant we could find. There were rugs on all the walls and cushions aplenty. Despite the tourist trappings, it was still very cheap and very good. I greatly enjoyed my meal.
From there it was more wandering and then off to the bus station to take the late bus to Fez. Although I didn’t “do” much in Chefchaouen I did like the city. It is definitely a great instagram spot, and a better day trip than a destination, but nonetheless beautiful.