Fes and Chefchaouen

It's taken me a while to be bothered to write anything on Fes and Chefchaouen in Morocco as both Jonno and I left with a rather bitter taste in our mouths...
After 2 weeks of getting hasseld, husseld and abused we are very happy to be back on European shores...not that I'm not completely happy we went there as it would have been something I would have wanted to do for ever...

Our last two cities were rather enjoyable, especially Chefchaouen which had a much more relaxed attitude (except for the rather annoying hash dealers)...the architecture aswell was amazing, a photo opportunity at every turn!

The blues and whites of the buildings, set into the Rif Mountains was almost dream-like, and we found many more options for food and drink here...
The bus ride to Tangier, however, was unlike one we've had before...in what seemed like a 1970s school bus, I was surprised it didn't fall apart everytime we went over a ditch (which was rather frequent!)

Our hostel was nice, with a double room meaning we could get much more sleep
8 out of 10

(our beautiful friend from the Fes medina)

Fes definitely felt like another Moroccan city- an extremely hilly medina with salesmen hounding you at every turn, abusing you for not buying or looking...

I was also thankful that we decided to stay in a hostel in the new town of Fes away from the lunacy of the medina..plus it was only a cheap, short taxi ride to the town
One day in the medina was definitely enough and i had my worst haggling skills out when buying 2 rings- one a moonstone silver piece and another a turqouise and silver number...

I may or may not have misplaced my turquoise one already....hence the lack of pictures (will post moonstone ones soon)
Looks like ill be looking for a new one in Turkey!!