In the morning, Marcela and I went to visit the inside of Hassan II Mosque. This is quite a marvellous architectural gem. Every detail was perfectly thought of, every carving either marble, stone, wood or plaster was carefully designed and the place is lit with beautiful chandeliers. This place was build in 6 years buy more than 10,000 workers and 3000 artisans.
We then headed to pick up the rental car we will be using for the next few weeks.
In the afternoon we drove to Rabat and visited the Chellah and the Hassan Tower. Both beautiful places with Arab design. In the Chellah we saw the Roman ruins which are not well preserved but gives the visitors an idea of a Roman complex.
We then drove to the place we were staying, however we couldn’t find it so we asked for directions. The guys helping us didn’t know the location but asked if we had a phone number so we gave it to them. After several attempts the guy answered the phone just to say that there was no reservation and he will call later. After about 20 minutes he called and said there was a reservation but the apartment was only for 4 people and we couldn’t not stay there and he was cancelling the reservation. At this time, Halid, the guy helping us, got really fired up and called the police. This is where things got heated and messy. The police showed up and wanted us to denounce the owner of the place but we refused. After more phone call attempts and chatting through the website we booked the place with, the guy accepted to give us the apartment. It was already 11:30pm, we were tired, frustrated and morally devastated.
I have to say that we arrived at an apartment with a propane water heater with exhaust inside the house… how dangerous is that? The place did have a couple of bedrooms and we could sleep comfortably.
Well done Morocco, three out of three… one can only hopes things get better or worse!
We left early in the morning of April 26 to visit Oudayas, a cemetery in Rabat. We then visited the Medina where we walked along the narrow roads and got lost exploring every corner of it. We had lunch in a local restaurant inside the Medina.
In the afternoon we drove to Chefchouen, the blue town in Morocco. We drove through beautiful landscapes, most of them used for agriculture. We arrived late in the evening. Marcela and her cousin went to look for the place where we are staying which was located inside the Medina, a beautiful guesthouse up in the hill. The owner was a funny guy and kept saying “No pasa nada” (Nothing happens).
