The road to Fes was a long one. I jumped on another local bus company because the CTM company was full (but then a ticket mysteriously opened up when i got to the train station and was looking at the other company) The off brand was leaving earlier so I went but not after getting hit on by some nasty perv guy who wanted me to travel to his town with him. Not cool. Then there was a huge fight on the bus. Moroccons are very emotional people...kissing , hugging...yelling.Usually that is all that is. I have noticed a real primal need to be heard first and loudest in order to assert dominance and everyone does it not just men. I sat back and watched this huge drama unfold which eventually lead the bus driver to pulling the bus over like in highschool or JR high. When one of the guys did get off the bus I looked over qnd he had a rock in his hand. Half the bus emptied to be evolved...except me and the spanish couple.
All was well though qnd we arrived to fes which is a swirl of history and poverty and dusty wind on that day. A friend of a friend picked ,e up at the bus station and has put me up in the flat he is borrowing for the last 3 days. We also attended a break fast at a prominant sufis house and then went to a gathering later on. it was unreal. Kind of like people being fillied with the holy ghost in Christianity. Well the cyber cafe is shutting down so ill finish this later.
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