Feud in Fez

   Our second stop in our little Moroccan adventure was the city of Fez. We left for Fez in incredibly early and were prepared for our four hour ride with snacks, ipods, french books, and our journals. After hour three I saw a sign that said that we were 190 km from Marrakesh and 360 km from Fez. At that moment I realized that what the man meant by '4' hours was more like 10 and the mood changed fairly quickly among us four friends. Rationing of the snacks became necessary and ipod battery life became a scarcity. Can't complain about getting a feel for the countryside of Morocco though.
     When we finally got to Fez we were hungry and crabby, both wonderful attributes to have when traveling with others. After 35 minutes of aimlessly searching for our hostel, we finally came across our little 'oasis.' We were greeted with open arms at the door and swiftly put our belongings in upstairs. We found a restaurant in one of our travel books located fairly near our resting joint and enjoyed a great dinner consisting of camel burgers, hummus, and other unidentified flying objects. There was also a Moroccan band that played for us and got everyone dancing in the restaurant.
      We went back to our hostel after finishing dinner and then prepared for our next adventure into the city to find dessert friends. When we stepped outside the man guarding the door begged us not to leave. After a few minutes of awkward language translations we realized that on Feb. 20th Moroccans are allowed to voice their opinions about the government without consequence. In the past few years it had never been a problem, but because of what was going on in Libya and Egypt, it might not be safe for us Americans. He described to us what could happen-- including being slapped to even getting mugged or stabbed. Because my addiction to chocolate couldn't be quenched we ran our quickly to find some and then returned within only ten minutes. It was only 8 pm by then so we had to think of something to do. My first natural idea was to cut my hair, obvious right? So Natalie borrowed some scissors and got to cutting. Five inches shorter, I'm a new woman. We left early the next morning to get to Chefchauoen and that concludes our experience in Fez, Morocco.