Dar Houdou Guest House Fes

... first stop was the Royal Palace, one of King Mohammed VI’s (the current king) 48 palaces in Morocco! The front gates to the palace were enormous, and impressive – sculpted, arched doorways, surrounded by intricate mosaic work and fitted with huge, shiny, “hand-embroidered” bronze doors! (In fact, one of these doorways graces the cover of our Moroccan “Lonely Planet” guidebook!)

At the Royal Palace, Sayid quickly asked ...

... involved since her family is from Fez. I go to an internet café and wait for her relatives to find me. When they came for me, people thought they were undercover police the way they come in and take me. I had a nice Shabbat dinner with them and then the drove me back, and walked me into my hotel. They had the hotel owner call a taxi to meet me inside the hotel in the morning, which he did, and drove me straight to the airport, avoiding any further confrontation with the street kids.

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... ob*j*nie burzhu*zii multon t*tr* seks oke*n seks t*nj* osnovy ...

... just kidding but it sounded good), pelts, hot oil, cured leather, metalsmith hammers, call to prayer, bells, drums, donkeys, beggars, and (somewhat ruining the age old ambiance) cd's. There are a seemingly infinite number of shops selling everything from belts to cd's to bronze lamps to combs to modern shoes to funny looking-upturned-toe slippers to burnoose's to pigeons to turtles (don't ask we don't know) to leather goods. Especially the ...

... coming on well I guess. The problem I have is that the teaching methods employed dont suit my style of learning. Most of the class time is used up with us implying meaning via context. We aren't given  sheet of A4 and told to learn it and then discuss it in class....instead we are given some random vocab and given overnight to earn it (about 20 words) ..... the next day we start using the vocab in classroom based discussions. I am a ...

... it from the toilet haha). Just when he is about to pay someone to lead him out of the medina (because he gets lost again) he finds the place where they ate the camel panini and finds the way back home by himself. So, you can get a guide if you want who will show you around, but you can also simply walk and find your way with enough time and patience. Back to the hotel and to sleep.

... oils and then led into the most beautiful courtyard, scented with candles and flowers, to relax with a mint tea. It was a beautiful, relaxing experience and I was keen to repeat it in Fes. So it was, that I set off this afternoon with Leoni, those rosy memories in my mind, full of anticipation for the pampering that awaited me. She was a quiet woman, who I had not really bonded with as we were so opposite in character, but it was nice to have company. Mohammed had given us directions to ...

... tiny staircase and onto rooftops overlooking the city. Mum isn't good with heights and her knees turned to jelly as we were led across buildings with dangerous drops. On the rooftops skins were laid out drying in the sun. We peered down into courtyards where men were wading in pools of filthy water, preparing and softening the leather. I attempted not to breathe whilst we were up there, because the smell was ...

... and dankness meaning that the floor never dried in the two days we stayed there. To add insult to injury, this hot little cube was run by a hotelier who was obsessed with collecting the key from us as we wandered out. (We weren't sure what he thought we would do with the key if we took it outside, but the rules were laid down upfront "key always to reception when you leave"). He was, however, a lot less concerned about being in his hotel when we returned. This ...