Sooo, needless to say, the adventures I had in Fez were interesting. I was joined by a new friend, Gary Nicholson (garynic.blogspot.com) from the UK, whom the locals called couscous because he was pale, while they called me Son of Ali Babba because of my beard. From a tour by a shady guy who claimed he was from New Zealand, to sneaking up to a castle where we had a (friendly) encounter with the local military, to a far too traditional Hamam (which is neither relaxing nor cleansing in my opinion, only awkward and painful), followed by a camel heart burger at 1am, to finding out the palace we were trying to get into to take a tour was in fact a real active palace and that, no, they would not just let us take a peek. I had a very interesting time in Fes. But when I left, I was ready to head back to Spain.
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| Gary (Aka Couscous) getting ready to chow down on a late night Camel heart burger post our strange Hamam experience. |
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| Moroccan Whiskey, or mint tea with enough sugar to stand a spoon up in it, at our hostel before a days worth of adventuring. |
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| Me at a castle overlooking the city, taken by an amigo from the hostel |
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| The still actively used palace of Fez.... the guards with machine guns probably should have tipped us off that this wasn't a tourist attraction but it was worth a shot! |
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| Ali Babba and Couscous strike again, at a rug weaver's shop! |
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| Learning how to weave like a (presumably Moroccan) champ! |
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| Camel heart burger chef man at our post Hamam, Ramadan is done for the day, street celebration of deliciousness! |
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