Chefchoun (Too nice for a funky title)

So the bus ride was...not bad but long. I took a smaller bus company which left from near by the hotel in Asilah. It was a total local Greyhound type of thing. The bus was packed (as usual for Moroccon transportation) but I got there super early so I got a seat. I was told that it was a direct bus to Tetoun which is directly east of Asilah and also where I would switch buses to Chefchoun. I might have been too early or something because we went to Tangeir first which I was trying to avoid. But it was ok. After arriving in Tetoun (which I made sure to ask if that was it...and I can read the Arabic signs now...Thank you UW) The bus to Chefchoun was right in front of us so no problem transfering. The funny thing is the baggage fee varies with what you have in your hand so this time it was 10 because I gave him a 20 as a opposed to five for the previous (and longer) ride. Whateves.
I was a bit scared of getting car sick but it was ok. Mountain travel on a packed bus can be tough. No problems though. We arrived in Chefchoun and there were no taxis which is rare and the hills here have seattle matched. I walked up one and found some English speaking backpackers who gave me the general direction. I found a cab and then headed to the hotel. I haven't been calling ahead because there doesn't seem to be a need to. But this place is crawling with tourists and backpackers trekking in the nearby mountains. The first place I went only had a shared room right off of a parlor where there was a lot of smoke and talking. Lots of young hostel types too. I must be getting older because I just want to be left alone (at least right away.) Long story short...the guy moved me after I threatened to look for another place but then after walking around a bit got bumped back to the bad room because a family had a res. I was a bit upset so set out to find anther one which most were full. Found one but then I went to pray the evening prayer and break my fast...Calmed down and then right then a guy in the mosque told me I was going to eat with him. He was a very nice Iraqi man from Norway who spoke English. He then took me to his hotel where he is staying for all of Ramadaan and introduced me to the staff and we ate together. Then He talked the people in to letting me stay there for 60 dirhams a night which is like 8 bucks. The rooms are simple and run down and the bathrooms have seen better days but it is allright. We ate dinner later on and then our morning meal which he has the staff prepare special for him. Goat cheese and bread with butter olives Hhoney and sweets...all kins of yuminess.
I went with the market today with him as well and he introduced me to all his friens and showed me the best way to buy eggs and all kinds of things. What a blessing. Right at a low spot. Seems to be happening alot lately.
The town is gorgoues as it is set at the base of the mountains. Espically at night. We sat outside the mosque and talked last night...good stuff. The allyways and doors are National Geographic like. I'm debating staying a 3rd day or heading for Fes where there are some people I talked to there to meet. I'll let you know.