Travel Blogs from Fes
... loudly. Later, in between two-hour sleeping segments, the feral dogs nearby complain about territory, hunger, pain and lonliness. We are surely in a different place.
From Casablanca we took the train to Fes, which is the second largest city in Morocco. Whereas the landscape and countryside between Casablanca and Marrakech is arid, the route to Fes is green and lush, with cultured fields and vineyards everywhere, surrounded by rolling hills. It looks a ...
... t mind coming here every day for a drink of water.
I forgot to get the name of the restaurant where we ate lunch. Another building with an exterior that blends into every other building but once inside it is decorated in the Andalusian style. I had the lemon chicken tagine with Moroccan cooked salads (cooked veggies.) I thought the food was great but the service was a little chaotic. We knew this wasn’t going to be a ...
... the threat of a two-year-old sitting next to me, my flight to New York was surprisingly easy. I took it as a good sign when the little boy handed me his MONKEY stuffed animal to play with. How did he know my new favorite animal?!
After a five hour layover in New York, I boarded my first international flight. Since this was a red eye, I planned on sleeping for most of the flight, but when the flight attendant handed me an iPad to watch ...
... It sounds a little weird (which is why I wanted to try it ) but it turned out to be amazingly good. The experience was made even better by the fact that once we had ordered the 'chef' left his little kitchen behind us and went off down the street , returning a minute later , trying to sneak past us with wads of filo folded in his hand - so we know our Pastilla was made fresh to order - well, constructed fresh to order, no telling how long the shredded chicken had been hanging ...
... And sleep we did...we didnt
get up until 5pm that evening.
When we did eventually get up and
moving, we decided to try and find the CTM (coach) office to book our
ticket to Casablanca the next day. On the way into the medina, we got
talking to a guy who happily took us to the station. He said that he
was on couch surfing, so if we wanted, we could stop with him one
night and he will show us the city. So we decided ...