Fez, The Sahara and Marrakech

I wish I post all the things I do, but there just isn't enough time in the day! ( plus the keyboard is confusing سيشبسيبيسشبيسشب.. it starts ont he left and moves the the right, darn Arabic!)

After my sicky travelling to the nothing-town of Berkane, I went allt he way to the algerian border town of Oujda . On the way there I met a very nice woman, who spoke no french. She seemed keen on taking me home for tea, and ( using my seazt partner as a translator)we worked it out. It turns out this smiling freckled lady didnt want me for just tea, she wanted me to stay the night, and the next ngiht, and the next. I wasnt allowed to help, but her twenty somthing daughter and I had a riot trying to communicate. We all ate morocain style, went to a hammam, and I watched them pray five times a day. ( FIVE)

The end of my stay there was a little speedbump when she tried to marry me off to one of her sons.
But All is well, no hard feelings ( i hope) and I am still a happily not- married -veiled -housewife.

After being seen off by the whole family, I headed to fez, on another nine hour chicken skwacking filled ride.


I followed my first rule , and took a map of where my hotel was. Damn happy i did, my short trip to the post, which i could see from my room, ended up exceeding five hours, and called for a payed guide to get back.

The next day I lassooed myself two english lads, and happily got lost again. We went to the tanneries ( very smelly) and found our self a local dirty eatery. Apparently I am not sucha bother, they didnt try to lose me, and we planned a desert trip for the follwing day.

The desert being the sahara, and the transportation being CAMELS. OK, there was a *minibus to get us to the camels, but that wasnt nearly as exciting.
The trip was three days long, one day getting htere, one day camel trecking and sleeping int he dunes, and a full day to return back.
We stopped at some random places, I might talk about the m*later beause they were pretty cool, but they are currently being shadowed by the CAMELS ( incedently also what I had for supper today..)

I had two camels, Charlie and Humpfree. Charlie was a darling, escept that he lost one of my precious waters, but Humpfree was rather vicous. HF also had a abnormaly large hump , and I think I am still walking a bit funny..

The desert was amazing, it changed instantly from rocky plains to yellow waves.
We climbed a dune ( which is decievingly high) ate desert food, and sang berber music.
Most of us decided to sleep under the stars, stealing our carboard mattresses from the tent.
This brings me to my third travelling rule.
Sleep in a tent to avoid scorpions.

Two lovely scorpions were found under the mattresses. The girl who was'sick' the ngiht before? She was stung by one..
Again, all is A O K. We saw the girl later on, she was fine, and we all got to pile into our minibus for the long treck back.

I have also found myself in Marrakech, and Agadir, neither of which lived up to their positive reviews. I take that back, Agadir had spagetti.. whioch was an appreciated change from cous cous and tangines. M had pidgeon , camel and snails and unwelcome amount of people trying to drag you into their stalls.
Tomorrow to the waterfalls, and HOPEFULLY to see the tree climbing goats. ( or a goat, that i find and throw in the tree and take a picutre;;either work for me!)