Angela is unwell again. For the last two days she's been suffering with headaches, and now has a really bad cold, so last night was yet another night of no sleep for her. There's something really miserable about being ill at the best of times, but being unwell away from home makes it doubly so. Despite feeling awful, she was happy to pack up Marge and set off into the Rif mountains to Chefchaouen. The drive was longer than John would have liked, but we will be leaving Morocco soon, and the mountainside town of Chefchaouen was on our list of places to visit, so we couldn't leave without stopping there, we'd feel we'd left Morocco with unfinished business.
It is much warmer here than on the coast, almost 30c, but at least there's a breeze coming down off the mountains which surround us. Hopefully tomorrow Angela will feel much better and we'll walk down to the town. We are in Berber country here, so there just might be a chance of Angela being able to buy the Berber straw hat she would like.
As for tonight's campsite, overpriced with terrible facilities, but it's the only one in the area so they can get away with it.
Just four of us here to enjoy the the stunning views of Morocco's northern landscape, which makes the extortionate price to stay here more bearable.
