Golden Tulip Tghat Fes Hotel
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... and we saw some magnificent examples as the craftsmen still make the tiles, cut and lay them the same way as has been done for well over a thousand years. The most magnificent examples however were in some of the madrasa's (religious schools), shrines and the university that we visited in the Medina. The university al-Karaouine is the oldest in the world, having been started a couple of hundred years before Oxford and Cambridge, in 859 AD. The medina is a maze ...
... no way we could have found it without a guide. It is an absolute warren. Four million people live inside the old walls.
This is not the place to be a sheep or goat. We have seen sheep in push carts, being lead along, being carried and we know what's happening to them on Thursday. Big feast day and I do not mean for the sheep. Everyone here is gearing up for it. Tailors make special outfits for the day and obviously feasting is a big part of things. The buses and ...
... At 5 am I was rudely awoken by some roosters. Hold on, what? How can there be roosters in the desert?! Well, the nomads own them. They are essentially desert people who move from place to place and get their kids to sell handicrafts to the tourists at the camps. Being in the dunes of the Sahara was like being in an alternate universe. All you could see for miles was a desert. No town, no form of civilisation, and no water (der). We began our day with a camel ride back to the desert ...
... we had seen before, in Pompeii. It was used to point the way to the red light district of a town. Since not everyone could read and write or even spoke the same language, the male "member" was used as a symbol, pointing in the direction of where to find what our guide called "the public women." I wondered if it had ever gone wrong and someone ended up at the brothel that wasn't expecting it. But I figure if you encounter a penis carved into stone and just blindly follow where ...
... we were right but they kept yelling out and telling us we were going in the wrong direction in the end we just ignored them and kept walking. In Marrakech they are allowed to ride motor bikes within the madina so on more than one occasion i thought we were going to get flattened. We found our door under a bridge and made our way into our own little oasis for the next two days. Not feeling like we had the energy to head out in search of food we decided to eat at the ...