Morocco was amazing. Amazingly cold too. I was unprepared for how cold it was and spent the majority of the time huddling into my thin jacket with the broken zip. We ferried across to Tangier and caught a train the next morning to Fes. No one told us there was a one hour time difference between Spain and Morocco, so we got to the train station for the 10 am train and realised it was only 9 am and we'd just missed the 9 am train by 5 minutes. In Fes, we stayed in the youth hostel with the best staff imaginable. There were mandarin trees in the courtyard and every day Abdullah, the guy who worked there, would pick us a bag of mandarins. (Photo: plaza in Granada)
We went to the medina and saw the tanneries, the spice shops, mosques, donkeys, food, carpet factories, textile factories, real estate agent (a stall with a grey wall and a faded photo of some Moroccan person)... it was fantastic and unlike anything I've ever seen. My favourite was the spice shop. My mum would have bought the whole shop if she were there. (Photo: sunset in Fes)
We also went to some towns near Fes- Ifrane, known as the Moroccan Switzerland because it's near the ski slopes and only the rich people and foreigners live there, Sefrou, with a pleasant medina, a berber village with cave houses and we drove through a national park and visited a waterfall and a lake.
The general idea of Morocco is that it's busy, filled with stalls and camels and spices but there's another side of it too that's completely different. It has beautiful landscapes and it snows in the mountains; there aren't too many problems with two girls travelling solo; there's so much more to it than travel agents sell. (Photos: tanneries, a street in the medina)
After Fes we travelled down to Rissani by bus. We were supposed to catch an overnight bus but the bus couldn't get through the mountains because the roads were flooded so we had to catch the 6:30 bus the next morning. About 20 km away from Rissani, the road was still flooded but the bus drove through the slush anyway. Our bags were in the hold and got completely soaked. You'd think they'd be kind enough to remove them before driving through. Apparently not unless they get paid to do it. When we got to Rissani, we went straight to Merzouga and did a camel trek to a berber camp and stayed overnight in the dunes. (Photo: sheeps' heads)
Morocco was amazing. Amazingly cold too. I was unprepared for how cold it was and spent the majority of the time huddling into my thin jacket with the broken zip. We ferried across to Tangier and caught a train the next morning to Fes. No one told us there was a one hour time difference between Spain and Morocco, so we got to the train station for the 10 am train and realised it was only 9 am and we'd just missed the 9 am train by 5 minutes. In Fes, we stayed in the youth hostel with the best staff imaginable. There were mandarin trees in the courtyard and every day Abdullah, the guy who worked there, would pick us a bag of mandarins. (Photo: plaza in Granada)
We went to the medina and saw the tanneries, the spice shops, mosques, donkeys, food, carpet factories, textile factories, real estate agent (a stall with a grey wall and a faded photo of some Moroccan person)... it was fantastic and unlike anything I've ever seen. My favourite was the spice shop. My mum would have bought the whole shop if she were there. (Photo: sunset in Fes)
We also went to some towns near Fes- Ifrane, known as the Moroccan Switzerland because it's near the ski slopes and only the rich people and foreigners live there, Sefrou, with a pleasant medina, a berber village with cave houses and we drove through a national park and visited a waterfall and a lake. 
The general idea of Morocco is that it's busy, filled with stalls and camels and spices but there's another side of it too that's completely different. It has beautiful landscapes and it snows in the mountains; there aren't too many problems with two girls travelling solo; there's so much more to it than travel agents sell. (Photos: tanneries, a street in the medina)
After Fes we travelled down to Rissani by bus. We were supposed to catch an overnight bus but the bus couldn't get through the mountains because the roads were flooded so we had to catch the 6:30 bus the next morning. About 20 km away from Rissani, the road was still flooded but the bus drove through the slush anyway. Our bags were in the hold and got completely soaked. You'd think they'd be kind enough to remove them before driving through. Apparently not unless they get paid to do it. When we got to Rissani, we went straight to Merzouga and did a camel trek to a berber camp and stayed overnight in the dunes. (Photo: sheeps' heads)
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