Writing the previous posts were effortless. The words flowed freely out of my head and through my thumbs tapping away at my iPod’s screen. The riad we’re staying in at Fes has wi-fi, but I couldn’t bring myself to post anything last night.
The landscape between Chefchaouen and Fes
After Meknes and Chefchaouen, Fes was mildly disconcerting. The touts are more aggressive, the people more persistent.
In every trip, there is always that one place or experience that doesn’t enchant you. So far, we’re disenchanted with Fes. It’s the first time that we are actually more comfortable in the Ville Nouvelle, rather than the Medina. Maybe we just haven’t given the place enough time to endear itself to us, or maybe the non-stop travel for the past days are catching up to us. Nature even adds to the misery by bringing in the rain, which stops us from leaving the comforting confines of the riad and the router’s coverage area.
Bread, bread and even more bread
While we are grateful to be where we are right now, I think some of the novelty is wearing off. Last night we gladly traded the ubiquitous tagine for pizza and paella. I know I sound like a complete brat saying these things, but i really do hope things pick up in Fes before we leave again tomorrow night.
Photo by Cla Ines