Sunday 24th - A Tale of Two Cities

We sleepwalked out of the coach station at 5 AM onto the streets of Casablanca. It both smells and looks like a very poorly maintained public toilet. We'd heard there was only one thing worth seeing here, the mosque. After a while of walking, we arrived at dawn and marvelled at the gigantic, beautiful building. Maybe the city in which it is situated is kept looking like a hole in the ground simply so that this building would look even better by comparison. It is huge, inside and out and none of the photos I took do it justice at all.

A heavy downpour assaulted us from above, so we got a taxi back to the coach station and left for Fes. On the coach, I was awoken by Aguet trying to quietly steal my almost empty bottle of water, which she needed for reasons I wished had remained unspoken. As we got off of the coach, however, hilarity ensued when Nat and I saw Aguet struggling with an awkward change to her outfit that she was doing her best to prevent falling down. When we learned it was all because she had splashed herself during the aforementioned unspoken activity, we couldn't stop laughing for ten minutes.

Fes was a great, traditional looking city, famous for its Medina, which consisted of a massive maze of stalls and shops peddling all kinds of wares. We also saw a large tannery, where all of the leather was produced and a textile mill with a loom, which reminded us of the film, 'Wanted'. Other than shopping, though, there really isn't much to do in this city either, so now we're off again on another night coach to Marrakesh, where there is hopefully a bed awaiting us.