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Diary Journey - "On the Road" in Morocco

Fez, December 29, 2010. 10 hours, broken down by Medina.

finally North Africa. Please contact and relationship with other people and things. We Europeans honestly we are not ready to this, so I suffer, the comment, they remain kidnapped.

Morocco after the lengthy procedures at the borders and the crossing of the free zone of Tangier, there is lush greenery, wild animals, nature and rural highlands.

Bello, something unexpected. I thought it was just the Africa of the sand and sun-drenched horizons, but that's okay. What I expected are people, men and sgarruppati with haunted eyes now, now you just feel lively away from the smell of a Western tourists light up and are proposed for everything from travel guide to the delivery of natural substances, here are part of popular tradition, intrinsic to the basic culture of the country, as in Italy can be a good glass of wine with friends ..

The road is pleasant, but it becomes tricky in a flash, between holes, tractors in the wrong direction, pairs of boys who walk on the edge careless. Our "arrow of the Desert" gives us strength even when, suddenly, comes the darkness to make it even more complicated than our slow walk from Chef Chaouan and Fez, along a secondary link that winds through the mountains.

Some rural scenes at dusk they leave us without words, as the relentless pace of pedestrians along the side of the road, train somewhere through anything. So we think about how easy it is our continued shift daily, one to go to work, even including the one that has catapulted from London in 31 hours at Tarifa, the southern extremity of Spain. Thousand miles all in one breath and in safety, while here the certainties are likely to fall into a pit behind a sudden curve, the intersection dangerous or careless with a truck.

arrive in Fez very tired, eager only to find a fast and eat. Wet as a quadruple Garnì high mountain before turning on the heating will be our place for the night, while who is under a bit 'most critical is helped with the right medication and the immediate care of sleep. And 'I'm really basic place, with Turkish and showers on the floors and people sleeping in the lobby, but the tiredness and the cost of 200 dirhams makes him seem appropriate.

descend into the medina that seems inextricable and cold, and when the shops close, the guys stop asking us anything and offering their willingness to introduce the city. We have little desire to get to know this maze, so we finish dinner, enjoying the fantastic food made of Moroccan couscous, kebabs and mint tea long look at the other tables where charming tourists French or American, are essentially the same.

Beautiful Africa, so different and so full. Full of color, light, history, desire to interact so differently from ours, no matter whether it is true or o recited.

The next morning there is time for a second round of the Medina, which allows us to discover the facades of the mosques, the sudden guide Abdul, who tells us not hesitate to speak 5 languages \u200b\u200bbut do not know how to read or write and a great little bar to sample the unique tradition Moroccan pastry.

front of me and my companions still taking pictures compulsively, and I think the lost opportunities of boys, and as often happens to me my fortune.

E 'already time to leave, a long way to Marrakkech awaits us and our desire to Hamman will have to deal with the long hours on the point pressed.

Next, slowly, along the ridge of Morocco and our Dromomania.