Coastal route, Rif Mountains (Do you have a smoke or do you want to smoke) and Fes

Update: 12-4-2012


The Rif Mountains

We left the campground in Martil on Sunday and we drove the incredibly beautiful road along the coast in easterly direction.


According to tracks4africa it was supposed to be a gravel road but they apparently  have not updated their software in the last four years because it is an easy driving tar road that brought us to a stunning “bushcamp” overlooking the Mediterranean.



Room with a view

We were visited by the local youth who had lots of questions but since they only spoke Arabic, they did not get a lot of answers. We also witnessed the traditional Moroccan  division of work: Women do the work, men watch the work.


Twee emmertjes........

.........water halen

But everyone is super friendly and helpful, Rosana was not even allowed to pay for the baguettes. The friendly woman at the bakery just smiled and did not want the 2.5 Dirham (about $0.30) for two baguettes. Rosana paid anyway.

The next day we were planning to continue driving along the coast and then turn south towards Fes and find a place to camp along the road. The drive with views of the sea and Rif mountains was stunning. However when we turned south, the road became a stretch of potholes with some asphalt in between.

still the good road

We also ended up in the middle of the Rif mountains, driving between 1200 and 1600 meters. It got to zero degrees Celsius and we were driving on snow covered roads. According to the manual of our heater in the camper box, the heater may not work at altitudes above 1500. So we pushed on thinking that at some point of time the road has to go down. The scenery was still beautiful but the road did not go down before it became dark.

Yes, a lot of snow

 In the mean time we also started noticing that more and more people were asking us for a smoke, at least that is what we thought, since they made the international sign for smoking.  However we suddenly remembered a story in the lonely planet about “Kif in the Rif”. It basically said that you should avoid some towns in the Rif mountains because the locals think that the only reason you are there is to buy some happy smokes. The further we got into the Rif mountains the more annoying and desperate the locals became in trying to sell us their local pot (I must say that the men were really working hard at this).  They would jump in the middle of the road trying to stop Duma, they would drive in front and force us to stop or drive next to us and open the window to conduct their business.

When it became dark and it still did not look that we were going to get to a lower altitude soon we decided to park the car just outside a little town for the night. But as soon as we stopped the car we had visitors every 5 minutes trying to sell their local produce (Can’t they see that our car has a Dutch license plate, do they really think that we are driving 3000km for something we can get in any city in the Netherlands or in Boulder for that matter (during the last presidential election there was also a proposal on the ballot to legalize the recreational use of Marijuana, and it got passed).

So we decided to drive on again until we found a spot along the road farther out of town. We got bothered twice; when we arrived,  and in the middle of the night an idiot was blowing his horn a couple of times to get our attention, but he fortunately left after a few tries.

The next day we got up early and drove straight to Fes.

Update 12-6-2012:

Yesterday we spend most of the day in the city of Fes, strolling through the two Medina’s. Initially we had the campground sell us a guide to take us for a couple of hours, but we fired him after 5 minutes as he started to fight with us. We had agreed the day before that we would get a guide and take a taxi to the Medina. Now the guide wanted us to go with his car but he wanted us to pay three times as much than what a taxi would charge. We did not want to pay that and although the guidebook about Morocco told us that negotiating and haggling over everything is a fun game….the guide must not have read the same guidebook as he got upset with us.

So we went to the Medina by ourselves and it was pretty easy to find your way around and when we got lost there were enough people we could ask for directions. The Medina was very nice but also very touristy so you got bothered quite a bit by people that wanted to act as a guide, show you something nice but you would end up in a shop where they would get a commission. In that sense the Medina in Tetouan was nicer as there were hardly any tourists. 

Tanning and dyeing leather (Tanneries)

In the evening  Marc went to a soccer match in the Stadium next to the campground. Fez was playing Rabat.  To get in the stadium he was searched 3 times, not as many times as the Moroccans. They got searched and pushed around by the military police like animals. Not that it helped as the fans were still able to get fireworks in the Stadium. The Stadium probably fits about 40000 people but there were only about 1000 or so. They were pretty loud as you can see /hear in this video Soccer Video

The match was pretty bad, Fes took a 1-0 lead after 20 minutes and defended the lead by delaying the game in all possible ways. The highlight was probably that the referee gave a red card to the ball boys. Halfway the second half they got removed from their job, as they took too much pride in getting the ball back into play as slow as possible. When they came off the field they received a hero’s welcome from the local fans.

Real Bread

While Marc went to the soccer match, Rosana baked another bread. And this time it not only tasted like a bread but it also looked like a real bread.

Update 12-09-2012
On Friday we left Fes and we drove to Rabat. We ended up about 60 km north of Rabat on the only campground between Rabat and Casablanca. Tomorrow off to Rabat for the visa for Mauritania.

"The Orange Man"

Update 12-10-2012 Visa application Mauritania

Today we had the first experience of unorganized chaos at the Mauritanian Embassy. Some other overlanders we met had told us that they were going to be in line at 6am at the Embassy in order to get their visa application in. The Embassy only opens at 8.30 am but they had heard that if you are not there early you may not get your application in before 11am. Well, we did not feel like being there that early, so we showed up at 8.30am and about 80 other people were in front of us. A mix of overlanders and people from Senegal returning home by cars/vans/trucks full of stuff from Europe.
When you arrive at the Embassy you put your name down on a list with a man hanging around the entrance of the embassy. After that you are supposed to line up in order, but that concept was a little bit difficult to grasp for the non-overlanders as the people started to push for the entrance of the embassy. Inevitably a fight broke out between the Senegalese men who were all trying to sneak into the entrance, even though only one person at the time was allowed in. The guard, who was supposed to manage the mess did not do anything and only when his boss came out of the embassy and started to shout, something that looked like a line was forming. However the line did not form in the order of the list with names. So people were getting upset again. Also no women were allowed in the queue, there was a separate line for women. This was excellent news because there were not that many women, Rosana was second in line and since the guard was letting in one woman for each two guys, we got our paperwork in by 9.30. Rosana does not speak any French but she was able to make clear that we are planning to get into Mauritania on January 14th (we had heard that if you do not give a date that the start date of the visa will be today's date and you will have to be out of Mauritania within 30 days).
At 3pm we could pick up the visa, but that was African time, so at 3.15 the Embassy opened and two lines formed (everyone had learned from the morning). Rosana was second in line again and we had our passports back in 2 minutes. The start date of our visa in January 5th and we have to be out of Mauritania by February 2nd. Apparently they just randomly give you a date when you can enter the country, maybe they are afraid that Mauritania gets overcrowded since there are about two inhabitants per square km (compared to Holland with only 400 people per square km).
All in all the whole visa process was a lot easier than the visa application for China a couple of months ago.