We spent most of New Year’s Day of 2015 in a car, heading to the small Moroccan desert, Erg Chebbi, that borders Algeria. What’s the bet that I won’t get through this blog post without accidentally writing ‘dessert’ instead of desert eh?
These Spanish are Crazy Asterix!
I sometimes get the feeling that Berliners aren’t really into the idea of any other German city. When you ask them where to visit, they suggest London over Leipzig, although if pushed, you can usually get ‘Hamburg, Freiburg, Dresden’ out. Andy uses the word parochial, but he is pretentious….
There’s a lovely Australian children’s book called ‘Where the Forest Meets the Sea’. The beaches at Playa de Ingles are ‘Where the volcano meets the sea’.
Fes is so far away now that the memories are starting to shift about. I’ll try to stick to the true plot.
AJI AJI AJI!!
If you’re in Fes, you probably should make a visit to the Chouara Tanneries.
If you’re ever in the blue city, you should stay more than just one night.
Chefchaouen, or ‘Chaouen’, was a city that I immediately knew we had to go to. It’s a city with a Medina that has been largely painted blue!
After a week in Spain’s Golden Triangle, we thought taking a bus south to the coast and a ship across the sea to Morocco would be a great idea, and simple to boot.