We had one of the best sleeps we’ve had in a very long time, waking up early and ready for the day ahead.
The weather looked more promising than the day before with glorious sunshine and we started the morning with a tour of the hotel and spa. The spa is the size of a mansion, with a beautiful courtyard in the middle. Gentle music plays throughout and the white walls and water trickling from the fountains create a gloriously zen atmosphere.
The Banyan Tree has an amazing rainforest room that mimics different water states of a rainforest. Rain falling, mist and individual droplets of water all aim to create a more relaxing state of mind transporting you to the deep rainforest. The individual treatment rooms are just as incredible, each room bigger than our whole London apartment with changing rooms, private showers and the comfiest massage beds to bring you the most luxurious spa experience.
Sadly, because it was such a short trip and we were so pushed for time, Ben and I had to pass on our massage experience in the afternoon but everyone else said it was unbelievable.
After exploring the spa, we headed to the town of Chefchouen or The Blue Pearl. The town is painted in various shades of blue as this is the Prophet Mohammed’s favourite colour. It represents all that life is; the sea and the sky which all give life to our planet. It’s a beautiful sentiment and makes for an even more beautiful place.
Every corner you turn is more beautiful than the last and the people take such pride in their homes. The colours are topped up with a water based paint, each one fading with the suns rays making the alleyways a gorgeously cool escape from the hot squares.
In the main streets are markets and shops, much like the city of Tetouan, but this city has become more commercialized due to the pull of tourists so many traders now make their money selling trinkets and leather goods to tourists.
The people of Chefchouen are very private and don’t like their photo to be taken, so we were very careful to ensure that we asked them for their permission first. Most, once asked, were very obliging and their colourful produce looked even more enticing against the beautiful simple blue walls.
After an exhausting morning walking amongst the blue walls (it’s amazing how far you can walk when zigzagging) it was time for a lunch of soup and tagine at a local restaurant nestled on the side of a hill looking out over Chefchouen.
The car-ride home was in silence as we all drifted in and out of sleep, the Banyan Tree’s calming melodies gently pouring out of the speakers.
That afternoon the sun was out in full force, so we pulled on our swim suits and plonked ourselves down on the sun loungers with a glass of bubbles to soak up the rays.
Before we knew it, the sun was stretching its pinky fingers down over the horizon and dipping into the cool sea. The cool evening took over and it was time for our last supper with all our new friends.
But not before a few delicious cocktails at Volubilis, mixed by the expert bar tenders.
The golf carts were waiting to take us to Saffron Restaurant, where the chef had prepared us a beautiful set menu complete with wine pairings and speeches from around the table on what a fabulous couple of days we had had.
It was the perfect end to a gorgeous, but short, trip exploring the wonders of Northern Morocco.