Riad Tizwa Fes

... is nothing but a frame and I was falling off the back while riding on the highway. We get an entire chicken, rice, and bread, all for only 50 dirham. We go back and eat with our hands. Afterwards we start to drink and listen to Moroccan music. A few of their friends come over and it's a little party. It was fun, but I wanted to get back since I was paying for a night at the hotel and I wanted to use it. I get back around 3am, and Mohammad says he will come back at noon ...

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... fresh pressed coffee was with frothy steamed milk was just as yummy in this nation awash in mint tea. To top it off the mixed spoken and sign language service for this stand-up over-the-counter encounter was outstandingly friendly and it set us back a total of two dollars. OK. More street food should be a part of our strategy going forward. And amongst and between all this was a swirling omni-sensory overload of saffron, sandalwood, soup ...

... host brother he was told to do this by his mother (his brothers wife)......because she doesn't want them to visit them in Casablanca.....I thought this was quite unlikely but he insisted this was the case and when he is the only one in the family ho speaks English and he is my unpaid personal Arabic tutor I thought it wise to go along with him. Also, the skies opened up here about 5 days ago and I was woken up at various times of the night ...

... by the guide for not buying anything. When he demanded 3 bucks each for the tour we conceeded after a small fight. When we left the Tannery the original guy that borught us to the shop asked us for money. We refused wholeheartedly and walked away quite sick of the lack of genuine interaction with locals. We spent the next 3 hours making our way back to our hotel (in confused circles) and looking at all the different stalls. We saw into a mosque during prayer time and were ...

... performer we decided, who just lived for an audience. Strutting along wearing his jellaba, fez and Ali Baba slippers, his voice boomed out endlessly, to a largely indifferent audience. The guys in the group seemed to be listening but us girlies were in handbag heaven and oblivious to his performance. We admired beautiful Riads, mosques (from the outside only) and the Dar Bartha museum, a former palace, now the Museum of Moroccan Art. On we ...

... selo istog imena za koje su nam znali objasnit put. Kad smo dosli tamo raspitivali smo se ispred dućana i opet bezuspjesno. Tada smo po nekoj neucrtanoj cesti krenuli prema jugu da bi kasnije izbili na glavnu cestu. Blizila se noć a ja sam bio razočaran. Već sam odustao od istrazivanja za danasnji dan. Krenuli smo na sjever po toj glavnoj cesti i kad smo dosli do glavnog krizanja nedaleko od tog mog sela desilo se nesto znakovito. Pojavila se velika ...

... I had my fifth or sixth straight excellent tagine as part of this meal. I had tasted Morocco's national dish in Sydney and it was watery and appalling. I had been determined to find a good one in Morocco, and three equivalently bland, watery yellow efforts didn't deter me. The complex tangy spicy stew which first emerged in Meknes has got even better in the narrow streets of Fes. I know this paragraph is out of place; but this blog is our diary and I wanted to ...

... climbed, we passed a local goatherder puffing away on his 'kif', a milder version of the cannabis that was so abundant in town. There are not a whole lot of 'attractions' in Chefchaoen, other than the Al-Kasabah, which is the only non-white/blue building in town, with an attractive garden in the centre. But Chefchaouen doesn't need any attractions, the whole point of visiting it was to relax and drink in the atmosphere, which was a wonderful way to finish our trip to Morocco.