After an interesting night spent in the sand dunes of Erg Chebbi we rode our camels back to the wonderful (read: shithouse) town of Merzouga. To be honest we didn’t really see the town itself but I don’t think we missed much.
Unsure if I’ve ever said this before but camels are not comfortable, they don’t even look comfortable with themselves – let alone the poor sod who’s stuck on it’s back. That hump is a sign they aren’t supposed to be mounted.
Glad to be off the camels we were now faced with the dilemma of getting ourselves to Fes. Our two new friends just so happened to be going our way so we hailed a taxi and tried to get comfy for the next 9 hours (yes – 9 hours in a taxi.. the poor guy had to drive himself all the way back!)
After an amazing lunch stop served by the happiest Morrocan lady, infatuated with our Indian friends due to her love of Bollywood cinema, we continued on the road to Fes arriving in the old town late in the afternoon.
To continue the fun of the road trip the following day we booked a car to take us to Meknes via Moulay Idriss and the ancient Roman city Volubilis, one the remote outposts of the Roman empire until the empire collapsed.
Moulay Idriss is a pretty hillside town known as being where Islam was first brought into Morroco, making it a holy site and destination for Islamic pilgrims. Nice enough place to walk around until you drop your camera – yeah, that’s you Jessi!
After a lunch involving quite possibly the world’s tastiest pie – I love you pastilla!!! – and a quick tour of Meknes we drove in the hot afternoon sun back to Fes for another evening of getting lost in the backstreets of the medina.
Our new friends left for Tangier the next morning while Jessi and I made tracks (i.e. we caught the train) to Casablanca.
