fes
The gate to Fes, another ancient Moroccan city and cultural center. We didn't feel, however, that it was as welcoming as Marrakech. After walking around for a few hours we took off in our van to camp in the surrounding countryside.

The next day we got lost in the mountains when we headed north towards Chefchaounene. A pleasant 2-3 hour ride became a nightmarish 6 hour road trip. We seemed to have driven into the heart and abyss of the Rif Mountains. We weren't able, for the life of us, to get out of the infinite number of valleys and ridges of the Rif. We came to the end of the road and found this local market. The police who were manning the only road out told us to get out of the area before dark. "Dangerous," they said.

No tourists here, we didn't even know where we were, still don't. These people sure knew where they were. The crowds sold everything from old clothes, livestock to olives . . . lots of olives.


We enjoyed the market backtracked along the road and finally found our way to the highway. That's the thing about traveling, just when you're about to give up, you happen upon something unique that makes it worthwhile.
chefchaounene
We finally did make it to Chefchaounene, before dark, the next day we strolled the blue alleyways of the Northern Moroccan town. Our last bit of Morocco

