After a sore camel ride back to reality, Marco, Francesca, Fernando, Kate and myself hired a taxi to take us to Fes, 7 hours away. The taxi was a 30 year old Merc and we had to sit 2 in the front seat. We all took turns of sitting up there and it was quite comical watching Fernando continually fall asleep on Kate's shoulder, then wake up, then fall asleep, then wake up.....
The journey was amazing, from desert as far as the eye can see, to high up in the Atlas mountains, to a spot that resembled Ireland complete with green meadows, stone walls and low lying fog.
After a long day we arrived in Fes, it was a battle to find our hostel but once we were settled and had a good sleep we took on Fes and loved it. Fes is a bit more laid back than Marrakech, less hassling and much cheaper.
We did a walking tour, saw (smelt) the tanneries, bought some leather goods, ate camel burgers, had a cut throat shave (the straight razor removed the mole on my chin), drank plenty of freshly squeezed oj, saw chickens being weighed and slayed and were offered hash at a ridiculously low price.
Eventually it all had to end though as we had to get back to London and prepare for our trip to the pensioner holiday capital of Italy.
Is that Ned trying to haggle with a carpet seller? That i would like to see!
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