CHEFCHAOUEN

Our first Moroccan breakfast with various types of new bread, crisp squeezed orange, mint tea, olives and olive glue and other great odds and ends. We have requested a guide yet the climate is turning awful.

When he arrives, it is sprinkling and we meander up the stream to where ladies wash their garments, at that point cross into the old town through one of the entryways. A guide isn't generally vital yet we see a couple of sights of enthusiasm, shielding at whatever point the rain turns out to be excessively solid, making it impossible to proceed.

The standard Monday advertise is disappointingly little in the terrible climate yet Chefchaouen is delightful notwithstanding the rain. After the visit, we set out alone, up to the Spanish mosque on a slope, clearly a most loved spot for local people and travelers alike. The rain stops yet low mists hang significantly finished the highest points of the mountains and the way along the stream is overwhelmed.

After a heavenly Indian supper, cooked by Vinoth we resign to our room, much colder and damper than previously... however, sun is guaranteed for the morning.