We left the coast and drove inland into the Rif Mountains to Chefchaouen. It was a pretty drive, once or twice we had to slow down because there was livestock in the road.
Chefchaouen was a town in the Rif Mountains and the area was one of the main producers of hashish. The town was a major tourist attraction, the houses in the old part of the town were all painted blue. Our campsite was up a steep hill overlooking the old town. In spite of being in the mountains, it was extremely hot, reaching 31° in the afternoon sun. It was a bit cooler at night, we were able to sleep with the door and all the windows open. Hamid, our guide, cooked supper for us all on his field kitchen – pieces of chicken on the bone cooked in a pot with vegetables and lemons. A juicy water melon to follow. It was delicious.
The following evening we walked into town for a meal. We had various tapas with bread and olives, followed by huge plates of salad. Marion had goat for a main, others had what was described as “wild chicken” and the less adventurous chose shrimp cooked in garlic. Desert was a delicious creamy yoghurt flavoured with almonds and topped with date syrup. We were all full by then but still they brought out a plate of melon, followed by herb tea and three different types of homemade biscuits. The cost? 90Dh = £7. One of our party felt the meal was a bit expensive – he was serious!