The last bus ride complete and thus the end of Q's gravol hangovers!

Fez:
This city contains the largest medina in the world. Covering 350 hectares and composed of 9600 alleys and dead ends, it is the largest car free urban environment on the planet.
The Fez medina has a reputation for being impossible to navigate. If nothing else, our experiences in Marrakech taught us that we aren't the type who 'enjoy' the discovery that comes with getting lost. We hired a guide to show us all the medina had to offer and in doing so we found we were much more at ease. We were able take in our surroundings without having to focus on remembering how to get back to our Riad. We visited the souqs, textile factory and brass making section, but the main highlight was the tanneries. Located next to a slaughter house on the periphery of medina because of the foul odor, the tannery is where the hides used to make leather products are conditioned and dyed by hand, or rather foot, over a period of 3 weeks. Depending on the weeks you will find different colors in the barrels, red from poppy flowers, brown from cedar wood and blue from cobalt blue and yellow from saffron. The hides are first treated with a mixture of limestone, salt water and pigeon poop (the ammonia opens up the pores) for one week and then placed in the dye for 2 weeks being churned daily by men stomping in the vats with their feet.

Chefchaoun:
Morocco has some of the most beautiful country side we've ever witnessed and we weren't dissapointed by the scenery on the drive between Fez and Chefchaoun. On winding roads we passed trucks that can only be compared to our gravel trucks, filled with horses, their manes being whipped in the breeze, with men riding on the roof of the cab and waving as we drove by. When rounding the
last corner before town we were amazed by the cities beauty. The medina is composed of whitewashed buildings built into the mountainside and this time of year, the sky is blue, and the mountain is lush green. Truly picture perfect. 
The town is quiet and our 3 days there  fit nicely with that pace.

Casablanca:
We have one night hear before we jet off to Tanzania. It really sunk in that this trip is coming to and end when we realized that the bus ride from Chefchaoun to Casablanca would be the last bus ride of the trip...good riddance! I don't think Q will miss them either as he was roughly awoken from his 'gravol coma' by a cell phone ringer blasting Arabic music, followed by a long and loud Arabic conversation.