Dar Mounia, Chefchaouen
Sunday, 2 September 2018
It was my last night in Chefchaouen before my coach back to Fes to catch my flight the next evening. The passage of time while I spent my week here was strange - it was as if time itself stopped while in this magical place. It was incredibly calm and relaxed in Chefchaouen, where the locals didn't seem to mind the simple, chilled and laid back lifestyle. So much so that it almost seemed like all my troubles simply... vanished.
As part of my last day, I decided to wander into my local haunt, Place Outa el Hammam, which is the main square of the Chefchaouen's medina. After a quick mint-tea-break, I decided finally to enter the red-walled Kasbah that stood in front of the square. I have to admit, I thought it was sort of royal palace as I'd not seen many people go in and assumed entry was forbidden. There were no signs to say the cost, nor that it was visitor-friendly. Determined to make the most of my last day here, I ventured to the grand red-brick arch entrance and tentatively walked in. That was when I saw a small, discrete booth to my right. I ventured in, and paid a modest sum of 10 Dirhams, or about 1 USD to the sleepy guard in the booth and was let inside.