Northern Morocco, the kingdom of kif?
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AT Attila Globetrotter ·
But you seem to have woken that cat up a bit... 😄
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
The problem is being able to easily renounce it after the visit without anything happening to me...

( No memory of my short time with the Catholics. After all, I was only 6 months old... It seems like they splashed a little water on my head and then my family had a big feast...)
PE Perju Globetrotter ·
I’ve got a top-notch address for pastilla...

At the camel?😇

At the camel???? No no! The restaurant isn’t called that, and besides, it’s not the same animal.. It’s "Collier de la Colombe"... the best pastilla in Morocco 😉
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
The sun is at its zenith, summer is lingering, and we're suffering from the heat.

We retreat to the air-conditioned comfort of our room, waiting for late afternoon to arrive.

Oh, we forgot to visit the Attarine Madrasa this morning.

What a shame—we must have walked right past it!

I check the opening hours and realize the monument closes in 45 minutes...

Let's hurry!

We’ll make it just in time.







Not too early in the morning, not too late in the evening—the traveler has to squeeze their visits into a short window in Morocco!

As dusk falls, the temperature drops slightly, and we cross the medina again toward the mellah, the old Jewish quarter, and the royal palace.









We’ve already walked about 18 kilometers, and these last ones will be the final straw.

We’re exhausted when we get back to the riad and all we want is to eat and go to bed!

We should’ve made one last effort and dined at Darori again.

Instead, we chose a very touristy restaurant with a rooftop terrace, Foundouk Bazaar.

Not great, and the service was particularly chaotic!

The ice cream, on the other hand, was excellent.

Good night...
PE Perju Globetrotter ·
Hey, we forgot to visit the Attarine Madrasa this morning.

Uh... not sure if I'm up for it... oh well, let's go crazy...

Here we call it a "bouse"... the crap of Tarine... Yeah, okay, it's a bit of a stretch... we entertain ourselves however we can
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
Did you overdo it with the apéritif tonight, Perju?😮
PE Perju Globetrotter ·
You haven’t overdone the apéro tonight, Perju?

No more than usual... so I’m wondering if that’s why people have been giving me weird looks for a few... years.
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
Not any more than usual... so I wonder if that's why people have been giving me weird looks for the past few... years. 😇

At the same time, with an avatar like that... that guy must’ve really gone to town on it!
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
Who says it’s an avatar? They call him the Slav in the village… 😉
PE Perju Globetrotter ·
Who told you it’s an avatar? They call him the Slav in the village … 😉

Yeah... so when are you coming to try my vodka? 😉
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
Yeah... so when are you coming to test my vodka? 😉

And what about us?
PE Perju Globetrotter ·
Yeah... so when are you coming to try my vodka? 😉

And us?

Well then... you guys didn’t have vodka on the agenda... didn’t we talk about chicken with yellow wine and morels? That said, vodka takes way less work
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
The night was definitely less peaceful than yesterday.

Will a double dose of coffee keep us awake until Al Hoceïma?



We decide to take the road that crosses the Rif to reach the Mediterranean.

Not necessarily the best choice given the numerous roadworks on National Route 8...

The landscape becomes more mountainous, the hairpin bends replace the straight lines, and the temperature finally drops by 10 degrees. From time to time, a very particular smell seeps through the half-open windows.







It reminds me of something, but what???

Ding!

The herb that makes you laugh and puts you to sleep...

I knew Morocco was a major cannabis producer, but I didn’t know this crop was legal here!

Well, only in three regions (Al Hoceïma, Chefchaouen, and Taounate), and recreational use is still banned.

I also didn’t know this plant had such a strong scent.

We don’t even see the plants before we spot them by their aroma!
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
The big blue is now visible on the horizon as we reach the outskirts of Al Hoceïma.

We park on the heights of Quemado Beach and go for a short walk with our feet in the sand.

The cove surrounded by cliffs could be magnificent, but an ugly hotel ruins the beauty of the place.







It’s not the only one...

The beach is far from clean and way too cluttered with chairs and umbrellas for rent!

The clientele, whether local or MRE, is mostly male, though a few rather covered-up women also frequent the place.

People don’t come here to sunbathe but to swim, eat, and chat...

Next, we head to our hotel, a place that must have been quite luxurious when it opened but has since forgotten any renovations.

The room is still comfortable, though, the peace and quiet is there, and the location is perfect for sunset.

Speaking of which, isn’t it almost time for that famous sunset?

We cross a rather well-kept garden and soon overlook the sea.

The view is stunning, but as always, it’s best not to look at your feet...





What’s the point of tossing your empty chip bag, water bottle, or beer can in the grass instead of taking it with you!

Let’s forget this sad sight over a fish dish!

We spotted a restaurant near the port and don’t waste time sitting down.



Once again, the clientele isn’t touristy.

If you want to visit Morocco off the beaten path, this is the place to go!

Drinks, starters, desserts, and sides are ordered à la carte, while fish and seafood are sold by weight directly from the refrigerated display.





Not bad, this meal—though I’d have preferred to toast with Terres Blanches over lemon juice...
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
The breakfast served at the Mira Palace definitely won’t be memorable for its quality.

So we left this accommodation without any regrets to follow the road that hugs the coast heading west.



A few cannabis fields, plenty of beaches, and more traditional, scattered housing marked our route.



















A few hikes lead to coves that are inaccessible by car, but with time running short, we didn’t do any of them.
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
We’re temporarily leaving the Mediterranean near Oued Laou to head into the Rif.



It’s late afternoon, and it’s not the best time to enjoy the stunning landscapes of this region, now shrouded in shadow.







We’re now arriving in Akchour, a small tourist village mostly frequented by Moroccans.

Our accommodation is up in the hills, which we reach via a bumpy track.

Here we are at last in rural Morocco, far from the big cities that dot the north of the country.

A woman warmly welcomes us and hands over the keys to the little house we’ve rented.

The interior is pretty rustic, but we love the outside.

We crack open the bottle of wine we bought in Azrou and enjoy an aperitif on the terrace, watching the sun set.





A few hours later...

Ugh, I can’t digest anything! And yet, we only had a few olives and an omelet!

No overdoing it on the Terres Rouges either...

I toss and turn in bed—it’s not going away.

Oops, sorry, gotta dash...

Traveler’s diarrhea has struck!

My partner’s fine. So the culprit is either the lemon juice from yesterday, the fish, or the orange juice at breakfast...

I’m leaning toward the lemon juice.

Probably cut with tap water!

Water’s supposed to be drinkable in Morocco’s urban centers, but the standards aren’t the same as in France...
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
The tourist trots have hit!

My partner is fine. So the culprit is either the lemon juice from the night before, the fish, or the orange juice at breakfast...

Yeah, but not just that. You could’ve caught it from a contaminated surface or passed on by someone. Unwashed hands can also be the cause.
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
That was rough! It happens to me often in Morocco—not in other countries (except India).

I honestly think it’s because of the water. Last time, I also had a fruit juice at a local restaurant just before.
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
I didn’t sleep much last night—if at all. My stomach’s empty, and so are my intestines...

Let’s just say I’m not exactly in great shape this morning, and I don’t feel like moving from my bed—or eating, for that matter!

Bad luck, because today we were supposed to tackle a pretty long hike—the toughest one of the whole trip.

So I stay home to rest while my partner heads out for a walk around the area, following the tips our host gave us yesterday.

He’ll come back absolutely thrilled.

If Moroccans go to Akchour, it’s to cool off at the waterfalls—not to wander through the nearby villages.

He won’t run into anyone except locals busy harvesting the fruit of their labor: cannabis!







After a late lunch, I finally muster the energy to lace up my hiking boots.

No way I’m doing the full waterfall loop or hiking all the way to the God’s Bridge—a 25-meter-high natural arch. We’ll settle for a stroll toward the nearest waterfalls instead.

And there’s no way I’m walking from the village either. We’ll take the car and park as close to the trailhead as possible.

The parking lot is packed but well organized.

An attendant keeps an eye on departing cars and manages to optimize every inch of space, helping drivers squeeze into the tiniest spots.
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
I thought the waterfall trail was just another one of those paths you find all over the world—a track to quietly enjoy nature and some viewpoints.

Well, no...









Instead, we’re in some kind of water park, with the river lined with restaurants and natural pools.

Not necessarily unpleasant, but nothing too exciting either...

In short, a bad choice on our part, even though I was full of energy!

Still, coming here was a great idea because, while the waterfalls are way too tamed, the rest of the region is stunning, and the rural vibe is really interesting.

We should’ve done it the other way around—my partner in the morning at the waterfalls and both of us in the villages in the afternoon!

Getting back to the parking lot’s gonna be tough; my legs are a bit wobbly.





A good night’s sleep and everything’ll be better?

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