Tangier- ChefChouen

First things first, half of my backpack has got to go.
Most of the cities Medinas, generally where my hostels are located are up hill. NOt just a liesurly incline, a huff and puff, I need to stop for a siesta incline. Full of missing cobblstones, and stairs that are definatly not to building code.

Other than the crazy climbs, all of the cities have been beautiful. Tanger was a bit intenese, full of faux guides and people litterally pulling you into their shops. Once I got the hang of just looking ahead with my head up high they tended notto bother me much. I guess I have mastered my ' dont mess with me ' look.
I taxied to the hercules cave the second day, and was a bit dispappointed at home touristy it was. Never the less, the view was gorgeous, and i Spent a good few hours reading in the sun. I shared a cab with three guys ont he way back, two of whom I spent the next few days. They both live in Casablance (totally stealing a couch when i get there) and teach English, but they are originally from The states and Ireland.

We bused to Tetaouan and toured around for a few hours, and then travelled to Chefchouen.

So much better than Tanger. Not too much hassle, lots to look at, and gorgeous. The whoole city is painted different shades of blue,making it dreamlike ( or smurf like) to walk through, unlesss you get lost. We spent to better part of two days walking around, doing a small hike, and drinking mint tea.

Anthony is fly paper for husslers, Anyone near by and they just gravitate to him. Usuaully he just brushes them off and we continue on, but a few times we got hereded into shops, once a carpet shop.
Something you need to do in Morocco I guess, is listen to a Moroccan try to sell you carpets for an hour while drinking the customary tea. This guy spoke pretty good english, but with a few funn things that he would say over and over again.
My favorite saying was that he hass a 'symbolioc and democratic price...' or an 'interesting price.. 'all of which didnt make me want to buy the carpets more.

Other husslers would say funny things too, the best being the mountain 'farmers'.
They want to show us their Marijuana fields int he mountain, which is a pretty funny thing to be offered.

Besides the crazies, there were times I would get invited in by ladies to drink tea with them ( a plus about being a girl) or we would come across a concert, or even a funeral procession. The singing here is pretty hit or miss for me. I dont like it with instruments, but a choir , or random singers sounds pretty good.

The prayer call hasnt bothered me at all, I havnt heard it yet while sleeping. I still dress very conservativly, more so now that I konw that the 'normaally dressed' ladies in the bars were hookers.. can you imagine!

On to Casa, and then the desert, after i chill here for a bit more.
Ma' Alsalam