…Ouma insists I taste the brain, and the eyes, so I take a deep breath and… it’s delicious. Seems like anything Ouma’s mum cooks is good. Now I’ve eaten brain I feel like a real adventurer. Or maybe a zombie… Ouma invites us to spend Eid Al Adha with her family in Fez. We are…
We roll into Fez with Hathim, a really nice guy who drives us all the way there from Chefchaouen. Hathim drops us at McDonalds, and we set about pinching a bit of WiFi. A couple of friendly Canadians overhear us talking and say hello. We talk about our travels, and explain that we…
…the town has become a bit of a pilgrimage for pot heads in the last ten years, because the hill country is full of huge marijuana crops… I ride into Chefchaouen with a sporty gent in his elegant ’70s Merc’ coupe. The steady climb up the mountain roads makes me alternately sleepy and dizzy, but…
Say no more… my feelings on Tangerine restaurants exactly. >> More about Morocco.
..I head out to the edge of town, and walk up a scrub covered hillside. I see a small stand of trees and think I’ve found my home for the night. unfortunately, a band of stray dogs has beaten me to it. They seem less than thrilled to see me, so I change…
I almost get knocked down by a kid who comes barreling round a corner and dives past me. In hot pursuit, a panting, red faced woman wielding what looks like a chair leg with murderous intent…