9 am. The driver is here. They gave me a seat at the front. I am the only one travelling without a friend. So happy. Will be able to take pictures through the window.
It’s so hot. Why isn’t he putting an air conditioner on? I am sweating. The driver says another 3 hours to go. We make a stop. Take pictures of the panoramic view. I take a picture of a boy and buy a kilo of plums hoping to share it with my new friends. No one seems too keen. I hope my tummy will be easy on me.
Finally. We have reached our destination. Chefchaouen, a magical place in Morocco infused with blues. The driver says there is not that much to see and 3 hours should be more than enough. Are you for real?
I take a picture of the place we are supposed to meet up in case I get lost and head on to explore. A Portuguese girl is surprised I am walking all by myself. She thinks it’s not safe. I smile and keep walking.
It is a love at first sight.
Close your eyes and think of your favourite blue skies. Now imagine someone has painted the streets, walls, flower pots, windows and doors in those blues. This is Chefchaouen.
I cannot connect with this place. My travel mates are waiting for me. Feeling rushed. I need my space. This is why I prefer travelling by myself, seeing and feeling places in my own time. This is when I have conversations with local people even if I cannot understand what they are saying. Your eyes can say it all. It is all about what you radiate.
A German couple announces that we need to head back. I have not even had a chance to sit down and contemplate, need to make more memories, meet more cats and breathe in the local air.
I try to negotiate, but they are determined.
The evanescent blues are fading in the horizon. It’s ok. I will be back.