2.300 km of a journey through Morocco ended in Chefchaouen. In stark contrast to both the dryness of the south and the chaotic medinas of other cities, Chefchaouen is a blue oasis of cool calmness. The Rif Mountains contribute in full.
After having stepped in the footpaths of Jim Jarmusch’s hip vampires of Only Lovers Left Alive in Tangier, traded in leather in the impressive medina of hot Fes, experienced rain in the Sahara Desert >
It’s mid-August and the heat is on. We’re in South-East Morocco, on the edge of the Sahara desert. Last night it rained. Rare cool. Then hot again. Really hot. But it’s supposed to be like this, plus there are not a lot of tourists around this time of the year. We’d stay more but before reaching Chefchaouen and then leaving Morocco, we want to get a day in Marrakesh and see Aït Benhaddou on the way. Tight schedule. So we get going.
We met Africa at dusk, dazed. Tangier at night, breezy. Fes in mid-day heat. Then cooled off with rain between the dunes of Sahara right after sunset.
After a day of getting ever closer to Africa, we finally crossed the Straight of Gibraltar to Morocco. Once in Tangier, we wandered at night through the alleys of the medina in the footsteps of the Only Lovers Left Alive movie characters while spotting out the oddities and the familiarities >
How does one prepare for a 10-day-mid-August trip through hot Morocco? Adjusting to the heat to follow by sunbathing on the streets of Sevilla might help, and that we did.
Having left Lisbon late afternoon, we made camp on the banks of Guadiana river before sunset. Next morning we waved off Portugal after the village of Barrancos and made our way to Sevilla after checking out the view over the Aracena castle.
Once in Sevilla, we took the >
Marielyst: a Mediterranean reminder with a 20 km stretch of white sand dunes beach on the Baltic island of Falster, in Denmark. Minimal. Minimalistic minimalism. Good for collecting types of clouds for a nice atlas. Good for collecting hues and tints and shades and colors. Good for collecting sunsets. Good for collecting melancholic memories. Good for collecting smiles. And moments of calmness.
Beautiful at storms and after. Praia da Ursa wannabe. Way more accessible. The ocean-land fight is visible and ever undecided. Place of inner and outer exploration.
You find it west of Sintra and close to Almoçageme, cozied up between two hills. You find tunnels and grottoes and vertical cliff drops. The beach also suffers a sudden drop in the ocean, so if you wanna swim, you might wanna save it for a more safe environment.