Kif Kount

Friday 28th August 2009
Day 62

Wow this had to be up there with Bukittinggi. Not only were we awoken by the pre-dawn call to prayer but there was a trumpeter who liked the sound of his own trumpet a little too much throughout the night. As aresult this sleepy town really didn't get going til the pms. The only guys out and about were the local drug dealers who were distinct by their awful teeth and retro football shirt attire. This morning it was Ajax Jari Litminan looking for some buyers. Whilst hashish is now illegal to produce here it was only recently the case with kif, an ancient form of the drug, smoked here for centuries.

I had a kif kount in operation meaning I was counting the amount of times I was offered it. Layla thought the count was sky high because of the dodgy beard I had grown but I stand by the dodgy beard being an essential travel accessory in the same way Laylas zip off trousers are for her.

Taxi to the bus station in the afternoon was amusing with our taxi overheating but our driver taking it in his stride with grin etched on face as his friend saturated the car bonnet with a hose and gave Layla some afters as well.

To sum up our journey fr chefchaouen to fes it was alittle more spacious more baron landscape and a few more kms than our previous journey.

On arrival in fes we opted for the the quieter ville nouvelle to stay in rather than the more popular medina finding a nice prison-like one starer which sufficed.