Saturday, April 20, 2019
I was ready to wake up early this time. Walking through the streets of Chefchauoen while the streets were virtually vacant, was something straight out of dreams. The walls are truly a magnificent blue. It’s so calming and I can’t believe that people actually live there and get to take these colors in every day.
We got back to the riad for breakfast at 8:30am, and went to meet our driver for 9:30. Breakfast was really good and we got ~sfenj~ so it was definitely a win.
Once we met our driver, we started our drive to Volubilis to walk around the Roman ruins. The ruins were truly beautiful.
However, we could see a really nasty thunderstorm in the distance. But didn’t think too much of it because we thought it looked like it was blowing in the opposite direction. Boy oh boy were we wrong.. Not only was it a good old fashion thunderstorm, but it turned into an out right hail storm, then it started to pour. We thought we would be safe behind a column, but also we were wrong about that too… 🙄 we got soaked… because guess who didn’t bring their raincoat with them and left it in the car… oh right, me. We made the executive decision to just say fuck it and run back to the car. Because at that point it just didn’t matter. It also seemed that other people who were standing behind columns next to use were not soaked…
We got to a restaurant that let us change into dry clothes, and then sat down for lunch. And then started our drive to Meknes. We just drove around the city and saw some of the big hits. We walked through the Irrigation Festival. It was insane in there. So many people. And again, it started to rain, and I once again didn’t have my raincoat because I thought we were passed this….
After seeing some highlights of the city, we started driving back to Fes. Our driver dropped us off at the blue gate of the medina… but this time actually close to our riad for the next two nights. We were able to find the riad pretty quickly, which was a relief. But we had a guy following us down the street trying to get our attention, and we were ignoring him because we didn’t want another replay of the first night n Fes… but it turns out it was our host.
He brought us to his carpet shop to meet his wife. And then proceeded to tell us that they actually didn’t have a room for us tonight, but they would have a room for us tomorrow night. So we asked if we wouldn’t mind staying at his wife’s sister’s house, which was right next door to the riad. And this point I was just like man what the fucking fuck is happening. I will never, ever wait to book anything ever again, because it turns out literally all of fucking Fes was booked. Ultimately, we had to accent this offer because we literally had no other choice. It just absolutely sucked because, we’d 1. already paid for two nights 2. we declined our 2nd riad’s offer to stay in two different places yesterday. 3. Why the fuck is Fes playing us like this. It was definitely like of a bummer for our last two nights in Morocco after such a wonderful trip.
We checked in, drank some mint tea and then met this woman’s sister and dropped off our things in a room where bright pink and purple couches, which were the skinniest couches I have ever seen, lined the walls. Unfortunately I didn’t think any photos of the hilarious room, but there is a video of me dancing which I’ll post separately.
We dropped our bags and walked around the medina. We didn’t stay out too late because we were staying in someone’s house and didn’t want to be too rude by coming back late at night. We got some snacks and a light dinner, got comfortably lost enough that we were able to find our way home by ourselves.