Fes and Marrakech
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After our experiences on the bus I wasn't at all looking forward to arriving in Fes. We had to get our bags back from the porters who take your bags and then insist that you pay for them. As I'd already paid, there was no way I was going to pay again. Playing the stupid tourist in this kind of situation works well We had to firmly tell a couple of kids that we didn't want or need a guide and send away a couple of others who insisted they be paid after following us to our hotel then trying to tell us that they'd found it for us. Fes itself was a maze of streets and alleys lined with vendors selling their wares as much for the locals as for the tourists. This definitely made for a more interesting, if not fruitful, travel experience... I can't think of any reason off hand that I would need a pair of leather sandals or a djellaba. As I was writing the Fes portion of this blog we were on the train to Marrakech and we had just driven by a small village of mud huts, each with their own satellite dish on the roof; how strange. Marrakech is my favorite city in Morocco. Helena liked Chefchaouen and I can see why, but how can you compare to the sights and sounds and experiences of Marrakech. Earlier in this blog I described Cirque du Soleil's "Corteo" as an assault on the senses, organized chaos. Marrakech is like Corteo come to life. Walking through the main square of Djemma el-Fna and seeing the snake charmers, juice vendors, acrobats, story tellers, henna artists, and so many more, and hearing the Muezzin's call to prayer amidst it all, you really got the feeling that you weren't just watching the show, but that you were part of it. Unfortunately I am once again out of time but where Helena and I didn't agree on the best city, we definitely agreed on what was by far the best experience of the trip, climbing Jebel Toubkal. But more about that in the next blog. |
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Never been in Chefchaouen but I loved Marrakech.