Chefchouen is a cool little town that is painted blue and famed for it's relaxed atmosphere and great hash. We spent three days relaxing, eating good food, and sleeping under the stars. The highlight of the trip though was an attempted molestation of our friend, by a oily handed carpet salesman named Abdul. After a long night of drinking and smoking, this married man with children kindly offered our friend (who was locked out of the hostel) an oil massage in the early hours as the sun was rising. After politely declining, Abdul insisted that he take care of his new friend as they rest alone in the dingy carpet store. He allowed him to give a small massage as not to insult our kind hosts who made us dinner though it was already too late as he heard the oil bottle opening. Unfortunately Abdul crossed the line when he tried rubbing his man parts on our friend and requesting in a deep voice with arabic accent, "take off your pants." Luckily our friend was able to stop his attempt and slept with his back to the wall the rest of the night. The longer version of the story is much funnier but not appropriate for blogging. Oh, Chefchouen. The next day we escaped for a little time at some beautiful rivers and waterfalls for some swimming which would bring an end to our time in Chefchouen.
Essouria, described as a lovely beach town- actually land of misfortune. We left in the morning by bus and arrived at 6 o'clock the next morning in Essouria. On the bus we met three guys from casablanca who were going for some sun and surf. When we arrived the 3 guys asked if we wanted to rent an apartment with them because it would be cheaper. So one room had two beds and it was me, Dev, and David- and the other three took the living room which had huge couches. We made everyone breakfast and decided to go to the beach. Five minutes into the mission we returned due to tornado grade winds, and decided to go the next day. When we got back to the place the guys were partying a little and we found out it was one of their birthdays. So we partied with them for a few hours till we got tired. We go to take a little nap before dinner because we had such a bad night of sleep on the bus. Well, we end up sleeping for 11 hours after a devistating hash joint and are awaken at 5 in the morning to birthday boy barging in our room telling us to come party. The only reason we got up was because we were so surprised that we had slept for so long. So we go to the living room and join the small gathering. After a while we noticed that b-day boy had disapeered with a lady friend, apparently to our room because it had a bed which happened to have all of our stuff on it still. So we realize that the only reason that he woke us up out of bed was because he wanted to use it. Next, thing we know another girl slips into the room. Great!!! this guy is using the bed with all of our belongings on it to satisfy his 3some fantasy with two old broke-ass hookers.
After about an hour or so they make their way out and I nervously go to check on our stuff finding b-day boy naked on our bed with a smile and weird look in his eyes. Sure enough all of our money is gone. So not only was dirty hooker sex had on top of all of our stuff but we had also been robbed to two sneaky little prostitutes like thieves in the night.
I calmly explained that we needed our money back or there were going to be problems. After getting our money back, packing our stuff to leave, and listening to his two friends yell at him in Arabic for causing problems, we decided it was time to get the hell out. This experience was some of the last moments we spent with out friend David as it was time for him to return to Mallorca. We ate some food, had some laughs about our crazy night, said our good byes then we left to get some relaxation in Taghazout.
