Gouda's Cheesewheel

Addicted to the Rif...but not the Kif

Sorry. That title was utterly cheesy, but highly relevant. Since I didn't stay long in Tetouan, I've re-routed my trip and devoted some extra time to Chefchaouen, because it finally quit raining. Despite the residual mud it's actually quite lovely here. I've met two guys who have been the majority of my company. One works in the hotel where I'm staying and the other is originally from here, back on vacation from school. We hang out at retaurants, walk around in the hills, discuss politics, and (excepting myself) smoke kif. I get the impression that most people here smoke some kind of drug or another. Kif is cultivated just over the mountain, from what I've been told, so it's plentiful and convenient to people who live here as well as those who visit. I've been learning a bit about the details of it all--but don't worry, folks, I'm not becoming a drug dealer or anything. ;-)

I've decided my favorite place in the entire world right now is Ras al Lma ("Head of the Water"), where Chefchaouen gets its potable water from. It's a stream that comes out of a mountain (don't ask me how, I can't see that part) and then continues down through a series of cascades--some natural, some man-made. In any case it's really cool...I've always enjoyed structures incorporating water for some reason.

Well, my hour is nearly up, so I'll say goodbye until next time. Tomorrow it's on to Fes, but just for one night, and then to Rabat to spend the Eid al Adha (sheep slaughter, oh goodie) :-p

Ciao!

posted by Greta @ 3:56 AM