The Ride to Chefchaouen Is Pure Magic

The ride to Chefchaouen was one of those journeys where the road itself became part of the experience. Leaving the busier areas behind, I followed winding roads through the Rif Mountains, surrounded by green hills, dramatic views and small villages scattered across the landscape.

As I approached Chefchaouen, the famous blue city slowly appeared beneath the mountains. After parking my Africa Twin, I headed into the old medina, where nearly every street, staircase and doorway seemed to be painted in a different shade of blue.

The narrow alleys were peaceful compared with the chaos of Morocco’s larger cities. Small shops displayed handmade crafts, cafés filled the quiet squares, and cats seemed to occupy every available corner. It was easy to slow down, wander without a plan and simply take in the atmosphere.

Chefchaouen felt completely different from anywhere else I had visited in Morocco. The mountain roads, the calm medina and the endless blue streets made it one of the most memorable stops of the journey—no drama, no chaos, just raw beauty.

I’ll be documenting this adventure along the way — the good, the bad, and everything in between. If you want to ride with me through Africa’s deserts, mountains, chaos, and calm, you can follow the journey on Instagram, and TikTok. I’ll be sharing stories from the road, raw moments, and the reality behind chasing freedom on two wheels.

So, come along for the ride — the long way through Africa.

Peace!