World's grassiest town

After the crowds and confusion of Tangier, we were in need of somewhere quiet to hang for a while and Chefchaouen ended up being a great spot for exactly that. Nestled in the mountains and with houses and lanes coated in a cool blue wash, it was as soothing as Tangier was hectic. Locals proudly claim it as the cannibis capital of the world, though we became a little sick of the offers around every corner. And it did seem like the relaxed work ethic of the locals may have been related to the town habit...

Our hotel had a great rooftop terrace and we spent many hours sipping on the Moroccan specialty, mint tea, taking in the dusty outlook of the Rif mountains.

An oasis amongst the crumbling mountains - Chefchaouen

No hard decisions to be made when chosing the colour scheme of your house

Locals kids get stuck into some washing by the river

The zig-zagging pathways in Chefchaouens quiet medina

Mel on the steps of our hotel, getting into the blue theme

Downtown Chefchaouen

This suspect product was sold to us as toothpaste. Well, it did say 'Colgate' on the label but when was the last time you saw toothpaste a in metal tube?