Hotel Wassim Fes

... br><br>We met Khalifi &#8220;Sayid&#8221; Mohammed (a descendant of the actual Mohammed, as we were quickly told!) in the reception area of our riad around 10:00am. While skeptical of what we were getting into, we were drawn to him as well. He was warm, and charismatic, and likable. He ALSO was slick, in his own way &#8211; and fit, in part, that stereotype of the smooth-talking, swindling Arabic businessman! <br><br>At any rate, we went for it! We left the ...

... wait for Mohammad, because I felt safer without him. Shortly after I leave the hotel and am walking down the street, I hear someone behind me saying hi. I turn around and it is Mohammad and his friend. Apparently they went to the hotel and asked where I went. I thought it was very strange that they found me on the street. Anyway, I went to go look at the main gateway to the city while they waited. Afterwards they took me to the friends house where I waited for a little ...

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... here). This Mosque is famous for a few reasons. One is that it was the largest one in Morocco until recently. More importantly it vies with Cairo's Al-Azhar for the title of the world's oldest university. It was founded in the 800's. t is interesting to think that back in those times the Europeans huddled in their fur and castles and thought that left over Roman buildings and bridges were built by devils and these "third world heathens ...

... The shop seller said to our guide, in their local tongue, that I bargained like a Berber (a compliment indeed!). We had a great experience and came away with some nice souvenirs of our time there. The following day we went on a trip in the morning to Sefrou, a small old walled town about an hour drive from Fez. This town was host to a large community of Jews until 1967 (Six Day War) after which the Jewish community emigrated to ...

... ha più segreti per noi! ma verso sera quando ormai non sappiamo più come passare il tempo in attesa del nostro treno alle 2.30 incontriamo abdonne! ci porta a bere un the e poi in giro per la città per zone inesplorate...sul terrazzo di casa di un amico la vista panoramica è stupenda. finiamo col restare invitate a cena e accettiamo volentieri. a serata finita taxi x la stazione e lunga attesa per il treno diretto a marrackech.

... This room was the tepidarium and the noisy chattering of the Moroccan women subsided as we entered. Oh my god! It was so obvious that they were not used to Western women being there. We were like a couple of rabbits trapped in the headlights. I suddenly became aware of many eyes focused on my nether regions and the realisation that total waxing was not something these people were familiar with. They probably thought I had some sort of hideous disease which had caused my body hair to fall ...

... them, almost crashing into each other and knocking you off your feet. Fes is said to be full of pestering touts, but we didn't find it too bad, or maybe we're just getting use to it now. We managed to shake off the unwanted faux guides and avoided being dragged into too many shops. Although I did manage to get myself into a situation where I was bargaining over a pair of shoes I didn't particularly want, just ...

... mean we would often get back and have to wait on the stairs outside his unattended reception desk until he stumbled in with our key. One of the best things about this spot was that we were in the heart of it all. This meant we knew when the street was being swept, when Mohammed was meeting friends he hadn't seen for a while, when the call to prayer was being announced: we were the first to know. Everything happened directly outside our window and for some reason ...