Moroccan Holiday 2011 in the Shamal: Chefchaouen, Meknes, and Sefrou

With teaching responsibilities done for the 2011 trimester, I took advantage of my two-week break to head down to the Land of the Far West, Morocco.  Because my incoming and outgoing flights were both out of Tangiers, I chilled out in Morocco's shamal (north) for the entire trip.  As I've shared before in previous blogs (Shamal Series), Northern Morocco certainly does not fit into the stereotypical desert oasis image of Morocco with its rolling hills of sprouting winter wheat and grass, lush coastal plains, snow-crowned mountain peaks, and temperatures that chill you to the bone.  The shamal offers plenty of beautiful scenery along with the always delicious Moroccan cuisine and famous hospitality.

On this latest trip, I got to spend more time in Chefchaouen hiking the mountain horns on which the city rests, got to sightsee around Meknes visiting the mausoleums, ancient prisons, granaries, plazas, and their majestic and enormous gates to its medieval city.  I also got to reminisce with friends in my old hometown of Sefrou sipping some nus-nus (half expresso & half milk) coffee or the famous sweet & bitter green tea at the mostly all-male cafes, and towards the end got to walk around the Tanger medina. All in all, it was a great trip aside from the usual gastric disturbances.  Below are a few pics from the trip.  Enjoy and safe travels!

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The Shamal Series: Asilah

When I was first told by my recruiter that I was nominated for an NGO development post in Morocco, I immediately thought of the great desert dunes of the Sahara, the oases, camels, and the hot sun.  I was looking forward to this change of scenery.  For most of my life, I had lived with green all around me.  

Once I found out that Morocco would be my home for the next two years, I began to do a little research.  I learned that Morocco did indeed border the Sahara, but there was so much more than just sun and sand.  It had towering snow-capped mountains and lush river valleys, fertile plains and beautiful beaches, and because of its geographic location, it had been a crossroads for many dynasties, empires, kingdoms, and merchants who brought with them their culture, religious traditions, architecture, and diets creating a vibrant region that like its zellij is a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, and like its ganawa, the people move to the sound of syncopated rhythm.

In my short time here, I've been able to zig-zag throughout the northern countryside stopping by to catch a few waves on the Atlantic coast in Asilah, to chill and marvel at the blue city of Chefchaouan sitting on the jagged peaks of the Rif Mountains, to travel back in time walking through the Roman ruins of Volubilis, to take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the medieval old city of Fes, to descend to the center of the earth by way of the Grotte Friouato, to reach the source of the best tasting sparkling mineral water brewed by the thermal springs near Oulmes, and to walk lazily through the Chellah Sanctuary and the Unfinished Mosque of Rabat.  These are just a few of the sites I've been fortunate to visit.  There are many more that I have yet to see.  Inchallah (God willing), I'll take a trip to the Mediterranean coast sometime in the summer.  


For the sake of keeping these entries short and sweet, I will only entertain you with my recent trip to Asilah.  Stay posted for more destinations in the future.  So without further ado, here are some pics, comments, and suggestions on the Morocco that few think about when they think of Morocco, the bountiful, stunning, and the unforgettable shamal (north).

Kicking it back in Asilah

Last summer a group of volunteers made plans to do a little vacationing prior to the month of Ramadan.  A few suggested Al Hoceima on the Mediterranean coast, others Tangiers, and another group pushed for Asilah.  Luckily, Asilah came out as the winner.  A couple of the reasons why it won was due to its easy access and its cosmopolitan vibe.  Every year the town hosts an international contemporary art and cultural festival that brings artists from around the globe and allows them to use the walls of the old fortress medina(old city) as their canvas.  In addition to the murals that don the city, the festival is filled with music and dance.  Last year, a band of Mexican musicians brought mariachi to the streets of Asilah.  Unfortunately, when I went, the festival had just come to an end, but the murals were still up.  It was like walking through an art museum except you were outside in the open air and every painting was humongous.



Outside of the old city, Asilah has a long beach-front promenade with tall palm trees, cafes and restaurants, and decorated with flags from all over the world.  The sunset on the beach was beautiful.  I should note that if you plan to check out the sunset on the beach, be sure to get back to the lighted promenade before it gets too dark as it is prohibited to walk the beach at night.  Apparently, for safety concerns and cultural reasons, the police prefer that lovers take their loving to their hotel rooms.   


As a beach resort town, seafood is widely available at a reasonable price and because of the large influx of Spanish tourists that frequent the city, the restaurants can prepare it paella-style.  I'm a fan of the street food and sometimes I pay dearly for it, not monetarily speaking but rather through bouts of indigestion.  This time around, hamdullah(thanks be to God), I had no problems after eating about 20Dh worth of pastilla from a street cart.  It was a scrumptious taste of heaven.

The highlight of the trip was by far our short trek to a nearby beach called Paradise Beach.  It lies about 5k south of Asilah.  The grand taxi goes through some rough terrain before dropping down from the Asilah plateau to a wide expanse of sand and what looked like water-reed bungalows.  We arrived early morning when hardly anyone was there.  We parked ourselves in one of the bungalows, which provided lounge chairs, boogie boards, and that also threw in some lunch for a total of 60-70Dhs.  Once we got situated, we took our boogie boards and headed straight for the waves.  In the morning, we had to run a good 100 meters before reaching water.  By evening though, the waves were at the door of the bungalow.  The water was a bit chilly, but with the hot Moroccan sun bearing down, I barely felt cold.  The waves were phenomenal, great for boogie boarding, and good enough for a number of surfers.  At about 6PM, we reluctantly returned to Asilah and took the party back to our apartment.


I had a seafood paella in the evening.  A few of us pitched in to drink a little brew and then after some dancing and mingling, we headed out to stroll the promenade.  At the beach there was a small carnival of rides.  We hopped onto the bumper cars, and then after a few high-adrenaline rides inflicting whiplash on one another and our Moroccan friends, we exited the rink and got on a spinny ride--a decision that at first seemed like a good continuation to our night at the carnival, but would later be the decision we would all regret.  

We boarded the spinny ride contraption and anxiously awaited the start.  At first the ride began by gradually speeding up and elevating us.  As we gained speed, we felt ourselves sinking deeper into our seats as we probably pulled a little g-force.  Most of us at that moment still had smiles on our faces, some of us had our hands up, and our feet were waggling from side to side and others were simulating running in open air.  The ride continued to rise to the point where we were now at a steep diagonal.  The operator turned down the speed of the ride so that we could all enjoy the liberating feeling of free-fall.  Normally, this feeling is the most exhilarating part of the ride, but as my body dropped, my stomach, full of food and brew, felt as if it was lagging behind and rising up to my throat with every drop in what now seemed like a torturous, ill-conceived, and never-ending ride.  As we neared the end, our smiles turned to distraught faces that appeared ready to spew out everything in our upset stomachs.  Some of us held it together and others released.  I turned to my zen meditation and began breathing deeply.  The meditation saved me from unleashing my stomach's wrath all over the ride, but the calm only lasted for a brief moment because once I reached the apartment, I stopped fighting it and ultimately succumbed.

I will forever remember the Asilah promenade, the humongous murals, the squeaky clean old city, the b(p)astilla and paella, Paradise Beach, and the spinny ride.  In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I may just do it all over again with the exception of the spinny ride.


Trip Essentials:


Transpo: ONCF Train service is available to Asilah and I highly recommend it.  CTM buses also pass through on their way to Tangiers.  Non-CTM buses like Njeme Chamal also run regular routes from Marrakech, Fes, Casablanca and Rabat.  


Hotel: There are a number of cheap hotels.  We stayed at Mounia Apartments, which were fully decked out with kitchenettes, western toilets, showers, and balconies facing the promenade.  Everything worked well.  I can't recall exactly how much it was per person.  Let's just say it was on the expensive end for PC standards, but well worth it.


To learn more about Asilah, visit: http://www.morocco.com/attractions/asilah/