Eagles fly, deserts call!

In Chechaouen most houses are painted blue. But what is really important is that it is at the center of the marrocan Weed production region.
We did not know that, but as we drove with open windows the smell of haschisch wafted in although there were no people. Later we learned that it was the pollen we were smelling. It is mid-harvest time!!!!
So we embarked on a endevour to become weed specialists😀
Did you know that Marocco has a 70% market share in Europe, that it exports 67.000 to. per year, that 2million people live off this production in the Riff mountains, and that they have been growing a local weed called "Beldya"for hundreds of years.
So, we hiked up the mountain behind Chechaouen to visit three young maroccan growerd with their french friend who explained things to us.
The female plants are cut and dried on the flat roof tops. Then a kind of stocking is spanned across a bucket, a plastic layer comes on top of the dry plants and is then beaten with a stick. The THC laden Pollen/resin falls through and is then pressed to beads and blocks. Like with the quality of olive oil there is first, second and third beating. The result is best quality "Kif"
It is really tough work and yeld is low.
These guys were living on the floor in a tin hut bearly above subsistance level.En savoir plus