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Day 5 – Fes
I’ve been a little remiss in not fully describing the riad, Dar El Hana. Aside from being quite beautiful and possessing wonderful, friendly staff, it does have its individuality. Somewhere quite nearby is a mosque, and at 5.30 every morning they crank out the call to prayer. It’s par for the course when travelling through Moslem nations, you just deal with it. Our local caller, however, really loves his job. The first call to prayer is the grease-megamix-produced-by-jim-steinman-extended version. Long after the other mosques have gone back to bed, our guy is still just getting started. He’s a master artist. To find the riad, it’s good to have a landmark.…
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Day 4 – Fes
Our first full day in Fes, and we have a guide booked to show us the sights. But before Ben and the other amazing staff person, Fatima, will let us leave the riad we must consume our body weight in breads, crepes, james, preserves and mint tea (L scored with rice cakes and coffee). Josephine popped up and asked if we’d had eggs and fruit as well, and sais she’d arrange this for tomorrow (despite our protestations that we really had a goodly amount of food here that we were struggling through). At around 9am our guide, Kamal, turned up. He’s a bit of a character, knows lots of people…
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Day 3 Part 2 – Volubilis and beyond
Volubilis is pretty cool. One minute you’re driving along, the next there are a bunch of Roman columns and walls rising out of the farmland. We skipped paying for a guide, choosing instead to wander the streets in search of mosaics. One one level, it’s sad that Roman ruins are just that: ruins. Having previously seen Pompeii, where a lot of the town is still intact, Volubilis was a little bit disappointing in that regard, with few walls standing above waist height, and a lot of the houses quite overgrown. There were sttill some fascinating sites, admiring the stone work on the column tops (L is the one who did…
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Day 3 – Chefchaouen to Fes (Part 1)
If yesterday’s entry and todays have some typos, it’s because I’m typing as we drive through beautiful moroccan farmland and countryside, on rather less beautiful but still sealed Moroccan roads. It’s pretty close to thhe average Australian country road really, minus the laden donkeys – but I kid you not on the similarities, we went through a patch lined by gum trees, where a lot of the houses had corrogated tin rooves. But right now it’s lush, green and were it not for the occasional cactus and lack of three strand barbed wire and star pickets, rather like Australian farmland. Breakfast was again freshly squeezed orange juice, doughnuts, jam and…
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Day 2 – Chefchaouen
Managed about 8 hours sleep which felt good — felt good to be able to lie completely horizontal. Woke briefly by the call to prayer, then dozed on and off to the sound of all the roosters in the neighbourhood doing their thing. Vowed to eat more chicken as a result of one particularly vocal local dude. Threw open the windows at first light, letting in the wsonderful view and some beautifully brisk fresh air (though L may have found this to be a bit beyond brisk). The view over the town was worth climbing the hills and the steep steps for, all of the brightly coloured box houses nestled…
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Day 1 – Part 3 – Casablanca to Chefchaouen
We landed fine, made it through customs okay, had a mildly anxious moment when our bags took a while to appear at the luggage carousel (long story for those who missed the 2009 trip). Slightly more anxious time when our driver wasn’t around to meet us as we were expecting. After 30 minute wait of inspecting every piece of paper being held up multiple times, Abdul arrived, having spent over 30 minutes waiting for us at the other terminal, probably getting just as impatient. We loaded our bags into a minivan, probably larger than we’re likely to need but we don’t get to pick the vehicle. Then it was out…
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Day 2 – Chefchaouen
Why I’m looking out the window and not blogging:
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Day 1 – Perth-Dubai-Casablanca
Day 1 – Perth-Dubai-Casablanca 10363 metres up, somewhere over the Arabian peninsula. Some time after breakfast, where I was offered croissants and coffee until bursting. The seat moves in more angles than I can count, and massages my back, bum, thighs, and calves as I type. There’s a menu offering me the choice between 18 year old Chivas Regal and 15 year old Glenfiddich. There’s lobster and slow cooked lamb on the lunch menu, and the strange pod in front of me has a screen about the size of a 17″ monitor. I can’t even get my ample arse cheeks to touch both sides of the seat. I’m in business…
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Departure
Sipping on a Glenmorangie 10yo, in the emirates lounge, thinking I could get used to this. Takes a certain amount of tedium from transit. Boarding call, and off to the plane. Next stop, Dubai.
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Departure –2 days
It’s exciting to be able to say that in 3 weeks time, we’ll be in Scotland.
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Departure –3 days
It’s starting to dawn on me that this time next week, we’ll be somewhere else. Morocco. Land of the tagine, the fez, the western edge of the Sahara. I can say thank you in French and Arabic so I’ll hopefully be okay—I’ll have to try to remember numbers and things in French. But yes, no and thank you is a good start. I haven’t started packing yet, that’s something to do this weekend. I’m not so worried about making sre I have everything. I’ve got the essentials sorted, and if I get cold I’ll buy something.