Spent a relaxing day wandering through the narrow passages of the maze that makes up the Chefchaouen medina. I can't believe how much this place is like a Greek island! If I ignore the mountain peaks surrounding the village (or if I'm lost in the alleys and can't see them) I could easily believe it's eleven months ago and I'm exploring the back streets of sunny Ios or Naxos or any of the dozen Greek islands I visited, it's a little uncanny.
Surprisingly the shops here seem to have reasonable prices. Maybe it's because everyone is too stoned to competitively bargain (in at least half the stores the shop keepers were smoking). I found one store that at first glance looked like a junk store, but the more time I spent in there the more things I found. I ended up spending 500 dirham (about US$50) and got several necklaces / pendants, two Koran boxes, an amber box, and all sorts of other odds and ends. I also bought a beautiful small cedar box for 35 dh (~US$3.50). I also bought some equipment for what would be contraband anywhere else and some contraband (total cost < US$4). After all "when in Rome..." and beer seems to be non-existent here.
Met a group of four Australians who were going to stay on the roof until a light rain scared them into rooms. After they got their rooms we hung out talking for a while. They'd just come across from Spain that day. Just after I'd gotten in my sleeping bag it started to rain pretty hard, but before I could more than start to get my gear together it had stopped and the start came out so I fell into a uneasy sleep. Maybe two hours later it really started to pour and the manager of the hotel moved those of us on the roof into the halls. I spent the rest of the night on an uncomfortable bench.