Moroccan delight in Tanger and Fes

Morocco has proved a real treat. Tanger was pretty much the busy port town we expected, with a maze of a medina, where it seems people will sell you their socks off their feet if you seem to show the slightest interest. Fes is another story, with its massive ancient crumble old fortified walls and countless minarets showing their crowns over the stall canopies, this place is a charmer.

We've been lucky enough to run across a group of awesome Bohemian students who adopted us, making our nights infinitely more interesting. Ellie and I are now brain-weak from having tried to speak in the funniest mix of English, Spanish, French and Arabic. Becomes quite funny when I talk to her and she stares blankly at me till I realise I've been blabbering in Spanish for the past couple of minutes.

Having made new friends I'm a bit sorry to be leaving, but we're more than set now to climb up the famed rocks of the far end of the High Atlas. Shoes just cleaned, bargaining tips stored up and with topos fresh off the internet, we leave tonight on what promises to be our longest bus ride yet!

Oh and the cats here are really nice, feed them if you can! One more mint tea and off to the road.