Fes 1

20 hours on the bus later and we arrive in Fes. Fes is beautiful, perhaps older and more authentic than Marrakesh, but lacking the excitement and assult on the senses that Marrakesh offers. No cobras, not as many donkeys to dodge and not everyone was forcing us into their shops. Life here inside the walls of the medina is medieval. Not much has changed and people live as they did hundreds of years ago.


















Ali Babcia.
















Mere days after riding one in the desert, I sample a camel burger.









I can't believe it's not pacaderm.










Unfortunately I had been spotted, so this photo is not what it could have been. What you see here is the garbage truck. The garbage man, wearing his reflective safety vest, had ducked out of the picture. Our guide told us the streets of the medina are too narrow for any trucks or machinery, so garbage is collected early in the morning by donkey. This is really funny as long as you don't look at how sad the donkey is or just pretend this is Shrek.



The tanneries at Fes. Using ingredients such as cow brain, and pidgeon shit, they produce leather in the same manner that they have been for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, I'd already paid a guide to lead us here, not realizing that we easily could have just followed our noses from half a mile away.