147 Kms from El Chorro
These 7 days literally flew away for us. We kept discussing what we’d missed. We wanted to stay each place a little more, but we also wanted to explore more places.You know what we were living with?THE FEAR OF MISSING OUT
354 Kms from El Chorro
I had the best vacation ever But, I would never go to Portugal again because the cobble stoned narrow streets have me rapt in a daze, And because the the Chapel of Bones, the very well preserved Old Towns and the old “end of the world”, Sagres took me centuries back in time. It was truly mesmerizing to hear the stories of the sailor’s from the locals.I would never go to Portugal again because it is so very difficult to leave the historical Old Towns and Gorgeous Beaches and to bid goodbye to the amazing locals (who are very very hospitable and helpful) and to accept the fact that there is no other place like Portugal,to realize you will miss the awesome beauty and vibes of Algarve.“I would never go back to Portugal because the Homecoming is Awful!!! ” (Although I come back to a place like Amsterdam).
177 Kms from El Chorro
Tangier is a crowded city with a small but nice Medina (means city, the old city) close to the coast and a great spot called Hafa Cafe with the Mediterranean sea in front of you while you drink a cup of mint tea. From the CouchSurfer living room we were staying in ,we were pretty fortunate to look at this beautiful view of Tarifa (Spain) and Gibraltar in front.
202 Kms from El Chorro
As we got down from the bus and walked towards the Bab Souk, we noticed a lot of hustle bustle at the main square. The vegetable market had been set-up and the locals were haggling for a fair bargain of groceries & fish. We dragged our tiny carry-on suitcases and meandered through vendors, people, cats and dogs at the main square and entered the Bab Souk - the main gate or entrance to the Medina. Suddenly, we could feel a sort of calmness building up, as if we were entering another world. There were a thousand shades of blue and white coloured traditional Moroccan houses with beautifully decorated doors along the narrow alleys..... Chefchaouen, was magical, to say the least.