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Travel Blogs from Fes
... that said "Tannerie" and an arrow. Hunter and I looked at each other and nodded. And with that, we just got sucked into the services of a faux guide. It seems so obvious, doesn't it? It's not. But, of course, I realized it quickly as he walked in front of us.
Soon, the walk felt more like a hike, and it was getting warmer and warmer. Just what we didn't want. We could have stopped, but then we had already gone through many streets in the labyrinth. It made me angry.
... but it was awesome none-the-less. Nothing like riding a horse.
Next was the blue city called Chefchaouen. It's powder-blue buildings mirror the cloudless Moroccan sky - but religious rather than stylistic reasons are behind the design choice. Jewish teachings suggest that by dyeing thread with tekhelel (an ancient natural dye) and weaving it into prayer shawls, people would be reminded of God’s power. The memory of this ...
... yard to be more accurate, full of vehicle junk!
... lot of the logistics were taken care of by someone else, which was a nice break for me.
Flying into the country was really beautiful, green rectangular farm plots with red brick walled farmhouses- surrounded by barren ochre land, all covered by a thin layer of milky morning fog. On the ground though, Casablanca is not particularly pretty. Walking around the streets alone was a bit unnerving, there were hardly any women, and none with uncovered heads. I was ...
... small canals and there is not a single piece of land untouched.