Rissanni
Trip Start
Aug 09, 2004
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Trip End
May 06, 2005
So I left off last time in Fez, in Morocco. We bought some lamps and bigger items that we had shipped home in a box that we got from an electronics store. The postal service said it would take 3-4months to get home, after about a week we received an email from the Lemyk's that they had received it! Incredible! From here we wanted to travel South to the Sahara Desert near the Algerian border where we would try to find a place to do a camel trek in the desert for a night or two. We decided to take an overnight bus from Fez all the way down to the furthest town we could get to that was closest to the desert. This small town(Rissani) was located about 1 hour north of the desert. So Nat and I packed our bags from our hostel and headed to the bus station. The CTM bus (better quality than local buses) was boarding and the we went to put our bags underneath the bus, now you always have to be careful with what kind of people are lurking just waiting to take your bags out when you step onto the bus. We were lucky enough to meet one of those characters. He was dressed in blue coveralls and had a lazy eye. Luckily enough his one eye was still able to catch a look at nat, and starting chatting with her. Knowing that he was kind of weird nat positioned herself between the normal bus driver and this guy(I dropped of some things on our seat then came back out). Nat went back onto the bus and then I secured our bags to the inside of the baggage compartment on the bus. We kept our eye on who was lurking around the compartment, and the shifty eyed character kept calling Nat to come off the bus to assure her they were there. Eventually the bus driver told this guy to get lost and closed the baggage doors and we were on our way.
The drive from Fez to Rissani was actually a beautiful drive, its to bad it was at night for us. There was other things though to entertain us along the way. Nat had fell asleep on the bus, and I was just trying to relax and sleep but wasn;t able too. After about an hour or two we had
a little boy behind us throwing up, which provided a nice smell onto the bus with little air circulation. Nat was able to fall back asleep, but I remained awake. We pulled into a small town, in the middle of the night, and stopped at the local station, Nat had to run into the washroom, I quickly followed as the place was sketchy. After that we loaded up again and we a few hours from Rissani, we pulled into another bus station(rather small, in a back alley) as we waited for some people to got off, I happened to notice this younger man helping a old man, walk down into this alley. Both men had the traditional moroccon outfit on(big long dresslike pjyamas). As we sit perched above in the bus, I noticed the young man turned and walked the other way and the old man lifted his dress and squatted in the alleyway right next to the bus. As he pulled up his pyjamas, his elephant like trunk fell out literally dropping to the ground. He proceeded to goto the washroom (yup, #2) in the street,followed by a nice left hand wipe and then they both continued on there way as if it were your normal place to goto the washroom.
The drive from Fez to Rissani was actually a beautiful drive, its to bad it was at night for us. There was other things though to entertain us along the way. Nat had fell asleep on the bus, and I was just trying to relax and sleep but wasn;t able too. After about an hour or two we had
a little boy behind us throwing up, which provided a nice smell onto the bus with little air circulation. Nat was able to fall back asleep, but I remained awake. We pulled into a small town, in the middle of the night, and stopped at the local station, Nat had to run into the washroom, I quickly followed as the place was sketchy. After that we loaded up again and we a few hours from Rissani, we pulled into another bus station(rather small, in a back alley) as we waited for some people to got off, I happened to notice this younger man helping a old man, walk down into this alley. Both men had the traditional moroccon outfit on(big long dresslike pjyamas). As we sit perched above in the bus, I noticed the young man turned and walked the other way and the old man lifted his dress and squatted in the alleyway right next to the bus. As he pulled up his pyjamas, his elephant like trunk fell out literally dropping to the ground. He proceeded to goto the washroom (yup, #2) in the street,followed by a nice left hand wipe and then they both continued on there way as if it were your normal place to goto the washroom.

