After sleep interrupted by nightmares, probably induced by that awful little drug dealer, we left the hotel mid morning to find breakfast and a place to sit while I wrote up the events of the last two days. We sat outside a café overlooking a beautiful patch of garden with mountains stretching up behind, absolutely gorgeous.
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| From Chefchaouen, The Rif Mountains, Morocco |
It took me ages to put everything down and Djalma made full use of the time chatting to some old boys who were also watching the match; Sayid and Moahcin, two lovely blokes who I also met when I was called over from photo editing to join their conversation. Moahcin, who spoke Spanish and good English, called over another and much older boy who was sitting at the next table, and asked him to share his pipe, which he did gladly. This old man was 74 or 75 years old and he looked like a local saint, dressed in a white jebella, wizened wrinkly brown skin and alert, bright grey eyes, he had been smoking every day for the last 50 odd years but Djalma took one puff from the old man's slim line pipe and had to take some time out, what a joker!
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| From Chefchaouen, The Rif Mountains, Morocco |
Pretty soon after that we left to get some lunch and had chicken and vegetable couscous, salad and bread followed by chunks of fresh watermelon. It was only our second serving of couscous since arriving in Morocco – I expected to be eating it every day of our stay here (but it's too expensive for our budget).
After our touristy lunch we slowly headed round the Medina of the city and up to a small Mosque sitting atop a small hill, not more than a 20 minute walk from the edge of the town. It was a lovely walk up although I did manage to overstep the boundaries with a local mama goat when it came to feeding time, I got a little bit too close taking a picture and she started after me. I was really worried and walked away quickly, trying not to run, heading up the slope trying to avoid a head butt from her, she gave me a killer goat look and moved on with her kids, phew – drama over!
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| From Chefchaouen, The Rif Mountains, Morocco |
We admired the view of the town and the mountains sitting on top of the low wall surrounding the out of use Mosque and took lots of pictures. The view was stunning and it warm and sunny with a cool breeze, heaven. Heading back down after a good long rest, we got an orange juice and went back to the same café we'd spent most of the afternoon in. Djalma watched the match while I worked on photos, we left at about 10 o'clock feeling really cold but good having spoken to my Mum.
Back at the hotel in the warm Djalma felt much better – he's been fighting a cold for a while now and being outside without a coat didn't do him any favours. Not only battling infection the poor boy has been poked, sucked and bitten by some bugs, no idea what and I spent a air while dotting his, now red bumpy, back with bite cream, not long now before bed time.
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