Take me to your Liter: As he told me: "take my fez, you'll thank me later"

From The Sahara we motored on over to Fes - One of the few places where we were not hasseled by shop owners and faux guides. It was still hot and we wandered through the the packed tiny "hallways" and huge labarynth of the souk (market). It was big and and the "streets" are so narrow you could barely get a donkey through. We had to squeeze out of the way when some guys were trying to get a body, strapped to a piece of plywood, out to the main gate. coming into town, we drove around for hours trying to figure out which way was up. Ended up staying in a place with AC, pool and a bar - not the usual digs but was a good choice since it was about 100 degrees and most hotels not only do not have AC, but they do not even have ceiling fans - usually makes for a miserable night.

Over to the roman ruins of Volubilis were strong roman gods used to rub down the bodies of young roman boys with olive oil and eucalyptus. The practice was ok then - but not now for some reason. Right next to Volubilis is the holy city of Moulay Adriss - if you're not Muslim - can't go into parts of it - luckily we had fake Muslim ID cards made before heading over there. If it wasn't for my Bart Simpson "Cowabunga" shirt I was wearing - we may have fooled them and gotten in. - Damn them Muzzies.

Next stop Essaouira on the coast. The ocean here has some serious issues - it's frikin' angry at the world - we wouldn't touch it. Cool town, but not a whole lot going on - didn't see anybody in the water, which was a sign to...um...not go in the water.

All pictures taken in pretty much the worst light possible. Click to enlarge.

Then to the Atlas Mountains...