Hotel Volubilis Fes

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... 100 times worse.

Fes is a medival town with the people still very reliant on old ways of working with donkeys and mules and its dusty streets are full of shops with things for sale that have seen better days they look like they have no business for weeks. I got a few bits for people and Ian bought his parents something off a man that said he had had no business all day ha ha. He had the gift wrapped before we even said that we wanted it ...

... full of young fun British and Spanish kids on spring holiday. Fes, like most Moroccan cities we went to, is made up of the Medina, which is the old city built within walls, and then the New City, which is where the more modern buildings, bigger streets, and fancier hotels are. Our hostel was in the center of the Medina, sort of, because the Medinas are generally so chaotic and windy that there really is no center, but anyway, our hostel was in ...

... which at the time seemed strange, and later on completely hilarious if it wasn't such an obvious sleazy sales tactic. The review of all the different items went on and on as I watched, like viewing a train wreck in slow motion. At no point did she and Chad asked for the total so far, and each time they asked for one gram the slick sales guy said they really needed 5 to make it worthwhile, and so ...

... 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 ...

... Timbuktu (that will have to wait for another trip), and we saddle up and ride back before the sun gets too hot. After our interlude at Erg Chebbi we head north, then west, south of the Atlas mountains, which run right across Morocco. We head for the Todra Gorge and run into Bridgette and Raj, a couple of Alison's friends from Australia. We have hung around with them in Fes for a few days and it's amazing to meet them here. They have hired a local guide with a van and driver to take them ...

... the way. Good idea on his part. After the fifteen minutes of bone chilling wind and temperature, Cail bails and decides to drive with Karim. So here I am, frozen. I literally could not move from the position I was in the whole way home which was about 50Km. The , absolute coldest ride of my life haha. When we finally got back I was violently shaking so hard i could barely speak. Basically sprinting up to my room I showered for about half an hour. Then after regaining ...

... nicer about the fact that we did not want to buy a carpet. We then told our faux guide that we had no interest in shopping and just wanted to explore the Medina without shopping. We said he understood but I had my doubts that he did. He then took us to a brass shop where once again we were engaged i the cat and mouse betzeen buying stuff and our desire to not buy stuff. We auickly got out of there and then it was off to a clothing store. Again, this is not what I wanted to do ...

... I thought it was a very, very kind gesture, but I thought it probably wasn't a good idea, because then I'd lose a full day in just travelling from Fès to Marrakech - the idea of taking the train was a pretty good time saver. He didn't surrender just yet, and insisted I should relax and stay with them. That I should at least stay with them for dinner, which I accepted.

One man in his family is a preacher man, and he borrowed me his hat for the rest of the night. They thought ...