Hotel Mounia Fes

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... watching more movies in one day than you've seen in 6 months. Soothing, except when you turn on the Ipod and the random shuffle takes you to the not-so-confidence-building song "knockin' on heaven's door," by bob dylan (stewardess, another drink, please?). it made up for it, by shuffling itself to Stayin' Alive by the BeeGees as the wheels touched down. not kidding! to ATMs qnd credit cards. i know you guys have had a rough-go of it ...

... tourist shops, we were pleased that the majority of shops were of local goods and the tiny alleys were packed with locals roaming the streets, which was great to sit back and watch. This town was full of culture and after visiting the other towns, we realized that Fes in the end was our favorite, just because of the it gave you. We've been other places that give you an aspect of history but this just has the rawest medieval feel we've ever been. (Just ...

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... be alone with us. Aziz would sit and stare at me and was attempting to talk to me in Arabic all the time. I would respond by ignoring him but he never gave up. Moroccan men are known for their persistence. He would tell me all the English words he knew and kept asking if i would like a massage and telling me what to do. We could feel that the sleaze factor was escalating but were enjoying the desert time nonetheless. Finally late in the afternoon we packed up camp ...

... mysteriously waiting for the bus on the side of the road with no houses to be seen. We eventually saw the city up out on a hazy ledge. It looked like something out of a fairy tale from a distance, but upon the approach, one could see mounds of garbage lining the road and skinny goats, horses and donkeys competing with poor women and children for the spoils of the garbage. While shocked at first, we managed to find our way to the medina and to our fairly decent hotel ...

... successives, tant que la femme n'a pas terminé la période de viduité consécutive à un mariage conclu et consommé légalement avec un autre époux ( ??? ). 4) le mariage d'une musulmane avec un non-musulman et le mariage d'un musluman avec une non-musulmane, sauf si elle appartient aux gens du Livre. (je sais pas si vous saisissez le glissement, ici, qui permet aux hommes de crisser leur camp mais qui oblige les femmes à devenir de fidèles épouses ...

Greetings from the imperial city of Fes.We arrived here yesterday after a long train trip from Casablanca, the origin of our tour. The four of us left Spain on the 20th of July and took the ferry across the strait of Gibralter to arrive in Tangier. They said it was a fast ferry, taking 1.5 hours, but it was more like 3. We made our way to the lovely Riad Tanja that we had booked for the night and settled in. As the sun went down on Tangier we enjoyed an expensive but sumptuous ...

... my mouth held work-around solutions for opening<br>this bejeweled Fez-ian Pandora's prize.<br>Well, honestly,... the smell was nowhere near the scariness I had imagined. Yes, the first thing that hits you before you even step foot in the area of the tanneries is the whoof<br>of smell. But it's not what you think- not ...