We stayed in a lovely hostel (which felt a lot more like a hotel) in the old medina in Meknes. We asked a couple of people for directions at one point and we ended up getting shuffled from one place to the next as a man wanted us to go to a spice shop and try Berber tea and eat at his restaurant. Eventually we tried the tea, went to the spice shop and had dinner at his friend's restaurant. The next day, a couple of us took a carriage tour around Meknes and enjoyed the city, but due to the rain, eventually headed back toward our hotel to warm up and just hang out.
HOWEVER, on our way back to the hotel, we were drawn to some traditional music and a growing crowd. I definitely wanted to see what was going on so we stopped. There were three (or four?!?) men standing in the middle. A closed box sat in the center and one of them played some flute-like (sorry, so ignorant when it comes to instruments!) instrument. The others yelled to the crowd and walked around with their hands extended, asking for money. One went over opened the box and pulled out a snake.
My heart began pounding and I felt like I was watching a train wreck. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I wanted to know what the men were shouting. Desperately. I couldn't think of anything in Arabic, so in the most American attitude I could muster, I tapped the man next to me on the shoulder, and asked him, "Do you speak English?" He smiled and said he spoke French. Great. Like everyone else in this country. Except for me.
I turned to Byron and tried to get his help. He smiled and shrugged, looked like I was on my own to try and figure it out. I racked my brain for some Arabic and I'm sure I said something like, "What-say-man-happen-after-money-why?" I pointed and did gestures and opened my eyes a lot. He clearly got the picture and told me that if they got enough money they would swallow the snake.
Byron told me I misunderstood, but I totally believed the man. Of course the men were going to swallow the snake. Before long, however, it began to rain harder and the crowd started to disperse. I thought this would rush the performance, seeing that people had already given the men their money. But no, the scoundrels! They just let the people walk away and they were a couple dirhams richer.
I was furious. He never swallowed the snake. Whatta scam!
The next morning we headed out toward Azrou, not totally sure how'd we get there. We simply knew that there were grand taxis (more expensive in this case) and buses. But we weren't totally sure where either were. After we arrived at the taxi "station" they told us there were no buses and tried convincing us to go with them, but with our hodge-podge of French and Arabic we finally figured out that there were, indeed, buses that left from Azrou, but we simply had to get to the bus station.
We finally made it, and were able to get on a bus (for less than $3 USD!) right as it was leaving. Two hours later, we got off in Azrou, looked at our map and headed off toward our hostel.
After lunch the rest of our team met up with us and then we split up again. Some of us went on a guided hike that took us up the mountain overlooking Azrou and the surrounding area. It was absolutely stunning. Our guide, Younnis, was fabulous and told us all about Morocco and the culture in Azrou and the surrounding area. He also guides 3-5 day backpacking trips and I tucked that piece of information away for when my brother comes to visit in March :)
Sunday was a jam-packed day, but absolutely stunning. We saw the Roman ruins at Volubilis and then headed to Moulay Idris, the Holy City in North Africa.
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Ruins at Volubilis. One of my friends (Brynn) took this picture. |
And so, that was my very full weekend. Wonderful, tiring and beautiful. So great, but boy, oh boy... am I ever glad to be back home :)