Tetouan + Cats

Beware of touts.

Oh goodness. Our time in Tetouan was… interesting. We arrived in town and headed to our meeting point with our hotel. The riad was one of those places that you’d never find on your own. After showing us the room we booked, the proprietor took us up to his best room and asked if we’d prefer to sleep there. Truth be told, it was pretty musty and dank up there… but we he was so proud of the room, we couldn’t say no.

On our way out, the hotel tried to book us a tour guide. Of course, we declined. We were feeling like veterans of Morocco at this point. People, listen to me when I say… accept the guide. Accept the guide.

As soon as we entered into the alleyway a tour guide offered us his services. We politely declined but he was hard to shake. The medina is confusing. You’ll get lost. You need a guide. He said he worked for our hotel and was legit. Well, that’s what they all say! We ventured on and eventually did make our way out of the medina without too much trouble. We explored a bit of the new city and then I made a mistake. An honest mistake. A mistake I could have never guessed I was making.

I bought a hairbrush.

Ok, so… I forgot my comb on this trip and couldn’t wash my hair without one. It was time to go in search of something to do the trick. Naturally, I began to peruse a cart selling hair products. Mike asked the man operating the cart if he had a brush or comb. He didn’t, but he could show me just the place to find one around the corner. He walked us to a variety store, I bought a brush, and that was that. Or not.

Under the guise of going down the block to get my change (this is actually really common), the man began to take us on quite the tour of the medina. Both Mike and I were thinking, “It’s really weird that this guy would just walk away from his cart…” before realizing we’d been scammed. Obviously, the man wasn’t actually working at the cart… just standing nearby and waiting to be “helpful.” But of course, we were now in the middle of nowhere without a clue. We thought about ditching him… but he was so friendly! He’s a teacher… just like us. He has ties to the US… just like us. He held a kitten out for me to pet for goodness sakes. We couldn’t be rude.

And that’s how we ended up in a Berber pharmacy listening to a presentation on herbs and oils. We were smelling what was put right under our noses and wondering if we’d wake up groggy and penniless in an empty room hours later. At one point during the disorienting “tour” our guide came across a man who was not a fan of him. It’s kind of awkward to be on an unofficial tour and have your guide get screamed at by another local. We were asking ourselves, “Is this when we escape?”

Eventually, we were able to bid our farewell and avoid another stop at a handicrafts shop. And did I get my change? I honestly can’t remember!

Band photo.

After that adventure, we were definitely in the mood to get back to our hotel. We just needed to find it. Eventually, we were able to get within a few “blocks” and decided to just ask for help. Being smart this time, we approached a man in a suit and glasses. It was only after he started mumbling incoherently that I noticed his suit was awfully shabby, faded, and dusty. And then I noticed his spectacles were a bit twisted and dirty. When he started pulling out bent business cards insisting we stay at one of his hotels, we fully realized our mistake. Maybe not the best person to have following you back to your hotel, annoyed at missing out on a kickback, and angry that you didn’t tip him enough. Luckily for us, guess who was still outside our hotel? Yep, the original actually legit tour guide. Our savior. He motioned for us to escape into the safe hotel and reprimanded the man in the suit for trying to cheat us. We sat in our hotel room feeling like it was impossible to know who to trust.

Later in the evening we headed out in search of food. It was not an easy feat. Tetouan is not much of a tourist attraction. Most of the restaurants and cafes in our guidebook were closed or non existent and the ones we saw were gentlemen only. It felt nearly impossible to find something female friendly. Eventually, we found a fast food place serving pizza and gladly ate in their upstairs dining area.

Can’t lie. I was pretty excited to see this bus station.

All that to say, I didn’t take too many photos of Tetouan, and none of the medina.

xo, jill