Chef Chaouen is a mid sized Moroccan town, it's stand out feature is every house is blue.
The people of Chef Chaouen are incredibly chilled, maybe this is due to the calming effect of the blue. Either that or the copious amounts of hash that is consumed by the locals living next to the largest hash production site in the world.
You can not pass a single person in Chef Chaouen without being offered hash. Even the waiter where we ate the first night whipped out ten grams as we were accepting our meals to try and make a quick sale!
After some food we went and got lost in the smurf medina. We found a really pretty doorway so decided to take some photos.
Fraser, one of the Scottish guys I'm traveling with now (along with Richard, also from Glasgow and Matt from Birmingham) was sitting in the door way when the door sung open, revealing a tiny German woman.
Her house was actually an art gallery she had been tending to independently for ten years. It was very interesting chatting to this lady, although she had caught a touch of the crazies from ten lonesome years it was incredible hearing about her life and her philosophies. Her house / gallery was beautiful.
After bidding farewell to Elizabeth and her gallery we climbed the hill to the edge of the medina where there are ramparts.
We were followed here by morocco's most persistent drug dealer. Even though due to Ramadan he would not have eaten or drank since 3am and probably smoked a small towns worth of hash on a regular basis, he hiked up the hill desperately trying to catch his breath while telling us why his hash was better than the hundred other dealers we had been accosted by in the preceding few hours.
At the rampart it was well worth the climb. The view was beautiful.
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