Dar Mernissi Fes

... night watchman (Achmed, a really nice guy, as we later learned) falling backward and him, myself, and Murray – plus all of our luggage – becoming riad dominoes down the stairs!

Yet. We made it safely to our room, dropped our bags, and quickly and wearily crawled into bed. Of course, it took both Murray and me a while to finally fall asleep…

We woke up around 8:15am this morning, only because someone was calling out a random ...

... the bus before we leave the station. They sell everything from sweet bread, to drinks and snacks. The guy next to me buys some sweet bread and shares some with me. We make a few stops, and don't arrive to Fez until around 7, 7.30pm, again, a bit longer than expected. As the ride progressed I started talking the guy next to me, and he was a nice guy. He even invited me to stay with him in his parents house for the night, but I felt I would be too impaired in my ...

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... place within reach of Middle Age Europe and the home to one of the first Universities on earth? For these reasons, and the fact that it lay directly on our path to Marrakesh, we decided to ignore the warnings and bravely seek out this third most holy city in the Muslim world and this town "suspended in time somewhere between the Middle Ages and the modern world." Wow. With that kind of buildup our expectations were all over the map. Plus ...

... crumbling buildings topped with hundreds of satellite dishes.  Our guide informed us that satellite dishes were very cheap in Morocco, which explains the thousands of them that top every Moroccan city and town we've seen. Our guide also took us amongst the countless narrow streets, peering into cavernous underground rooms that housed giant ovens which were used to heat the local hammams.  We passed communal bakeries, and hammams that were ...

... trying to piece the jigsaw together. In the night we played somee snooker in the nearby poolhall and had a late night mission to find a casino only to find out that there were none in Casablanca. In the morning we got out reasonably early and jumped on a bus to Fes, the religious capital and rival imperial city to Marrakech. After the five hour bus journey we were quick to get a cab to the omd town (Medina) and book a room in the Hotel Cascade. After dumping our bags we ...

... everything and anything. We went into one of the Mosques that westerners are allowed into. It cost 10 Dirhams, again not included in the tour price. We went into a carpet shop to learn the history of carpets and they They hope you buy some of course. Bob did not like this one bit. I accepted it as part of being a tourist and enjoyed deflecting their sales pitch. More wandering through the Medina. The guide is not the best. He has a gruff manner and we are passing ...

... hooray!! we visited the roman ruins of volubilis yesterday before catching the bus to fes for our big night out... new year was fab although was hell deciding what to wear, in the end i just went in what i was already wearing...although i did get to borrow nice toiletries and straighteners from some of the girls in our group to spruce myself up a bit. We had a 6 course banquet in a gorgeous riyadh in fes medina and all went up to ...

... about how we will be spoken to as individuals when we have the odd afternoon apart. I returned to see Claudine at the end of the day. Before I could say a word (just like at home...), she was keen to release a bit of invective and recount to me her experiences of being the girl on the street walking past the cafes, of judgments and propositions and general lechery. Alone, you somehow stop being a tourist and their guard comes down. The experience was magnified by ...