Meknes to Er Rachidia – By Bus

After the unbeatable high that was yesterday’s food souk, this morning felt like the right time to pack up and ship out. Today we leave the Imperial City of Meknes (on an extremely positive note) and look toward the bus station billboards for onward inspiration. We’ll have a coffee, a little bread and jam, and consider out next port of call.

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Marvellous Meknes Market

I may have been a little hasty in my initial assessment of Meknes. Since the last post we have discovered plenty of good stuff. In addition to the architectural splendour previously mentioned, it’s been the lack of faux guides and the superabundance of fantastic eats that have encouraged us to stay a little longer.

The most discernable difference between Meknes and our last stop, Fes, has to be Read more

Meknes and the Mad, Mad Moulay (Ismail)

From Fes we took a short 2 hour hop southeast to our second Imperial City, Meknes. To be quite honest, I expected a tad more from a city dubbed the Moroccan Versailles. Quite what I had expected I don’t know, but, from first impressions, it didn’t strike me as a bright, shining star of Moroccan urbanity. Read more

The Tanneries of Fes

The commotion that was last night’s sea of pedestrians soon petered out; the alleyways, only a little wider than those of Chefchaouen, quickly became a more manageable affair once we had moved further from Bab el-Mahrouk, one of the main arteries into and out of Fes el-Bali. The downturn in traffic proved quite fortunate, as today would be a big walking day and would see us doing all the touristy things that fervent, committed tourists like ourselves do. It was distinctly plausible that should the streets have been as packed today as they were for a few hours last night (but for the full day, and in about 100 degrees of baking sunshine) then Lauren may have ended up watching a grown man throw a hissy fit and, in a show of unsurpassed frustration and the final throws of wild delirium, toss his hastily melting ice cream to the ground. And no-one needs to see that. Really. Read more

Fes, Pots and Palin

Many years ago, I recall watching Micheal Palin on TV. It was during one of his many incredible solo journeys into wild and unreachable distant lands, a journey, as always, fastidiously documented by his legion of BBC cameramen, sound technicians, and luggage monkeys. Read more

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