. We walked around a Jewish part of the city for a bit then decided to head into the old medina. The walls were no more than ten feet between each other whilst fake burberry, cartier watches and the like took up two feet on either side. Weaving through mass amounts of people with attempts by a lot of them to be our guides through the city. Karim finally let two young walads lead us about. We stopped at a few shops, got fresh walnuts etc. The environmental setting of Fes is absolutely phenomenal, the architecture was gorgeous and we had a lot of fun this day. Olive trees and some of the greenest grass I have ever laid eyes on lined the drive there. Coming into random futball circles wherever you go is also a plus. After leaving the old medina we drove to le marjain, or the commercial marketplace. Somewhat like a wal-mart but drastically cleaner with a certain lack of, well, a monopolistic intention. Here, is where i started my real first day of the semester haha. I purchased a new motorized scooter for 7299Dhs. Translating to USD about 950 dollars. Not bad at all right? After everyone finished their shopping we had the man write up the papers for the police et cetera and we were on our way to McDonalds. Now, one would almost automatically think, "you're from the states...in north africa...and you're eating at McDonalds..." well yes but only because it is a completely different culture being in Morocco and Macky D's here is THE cool place to hang out and eat, apparently especially on saturday nights
. All of the chique teens were there along with more of the upper class in comparison with what we as US citizens associate this fast food chain with- poor, poor quality food, poor for your body overall. I indulged in a McArabia sandwich haha. It was not actually that terrible. From what people tell me, you have to speak a certain amount of languages and such to be hired by McDonalds. Odd? Indeed but it was great fun. On our way leaving, I noticed my lights did not work on my bike. I was not willing to attempt a completely dark drive back to ifrane lacking lights. Karim and I drove it around at dusk until we found a moto repair place. They recharged my battery, worked on all my wiring, and actually tweaked the governor so i could rev a little bit faster haha. 70Dhs with a 20Dh tip. Awesome. Cail decides to ride on the back with me back to Al Akhawayn so we follow Karim out of the city dodging traffic, people and everything in between. I felt as though I was in a cinematic feature. Once we left the city almost immediately after Karim took off ahead of us my light completely dies again. Luckily my phone had some credit left so we called Karim and told him to come back. He suggests we should drive in front of him so he can light the way. Good idea on his part. After the fifteen minutes of bone chilling wind and temperature, Cail bails and decides to drive with Karim. So here I am, frozen. I literally could not move from the position I was in the whole way home which was about 50Km. The , absolute coldest ride of my life haha
. When we finally got back I was violently shaking so hard i could barely speak. Basically sprinting up to my room I showered for about half an hour. Then after regaining my homeostatic internal temperature we all met at the cafe. After pounding two jus d'orange wa un croissant we decided to go to Aguelmams. Some people drank but I just had to drink coffee in fear of passing out on the spot. Our original plan was that Frank from Cameroon and I were going to take my bike to Azrou today. Alas I have yet to hear from him but I may still go seeing how I went to the marche and wandered tout seoul for about two hours this morning. I bought a nice scarf to give to the International Studies Office back at Bonaventure and some pistachios. I also bought a new converter as my other one fractured and was sparking in an alarming manner two nights ago. Later I am meeting Sanae and her and I will be going to see if we can find yet another moto repair shop to find out why my light is on the fritz. Then, homework time. YES. I suppose this is it for this weekend unless I choose to do something utterly crazy again. Ma'salaama everyone.
So the weekend started off decently slow. Friday after classes some kids went to Fes but some of us chose to stay in Ifrane. Going to the bars (all two of them) in Ifrane can become intensely boring haha. Aguelmams I don't mind at all because of its dark, somewhat lonely atmosphere. But Friday we tried to go to the "club" Tillieus. Again, it was like a giant fashion show charade. Versace, Gucci and all the other Italian or what have you brand names cloaked the local Moroccan students. Staying up in the bar I noticed the Flag Specials were ten Dhs more expensive than Aguelmams. We sat, deliberating whether we should go into the dance basement or not and when someone had the gumption to ask it was 200Dhs solely as an entry fee. One grad student was there and told us it was because it was the first night back so everyone bought bottles and reserved tables. Needless to say we decided to go home and catch up on some sleep for our trip to Fes the following day. Waking up late, I met some of the guys for breakfast and then we were off