It was a clear morning when I arrived at Fès, one of the four royal cities of Morocco. I was very tired and happy to go into the city easily by bus and taxi. I had a first walk through the crazy scenery of the historical center, which are called “Medina” in Morocco. Luckily I found my Riad by myself through narrow winding lanes. My host gave me a warm welcome and served my first Moroccan tea.
I guess at this moment this country already got me. I was addicted to the mint tea from the first drop, walking through the lanes feels like a fascinating movie, every view is something exciting. My mind was overloaded all the time and I recognized how badly I missed this vibrant spirit of being in a new environment.
Now I’ve already spent three days in magnificent Fès and I hope my pictures give an appropriate impression. Actually it took a while until I was familiar with my behavior as a solo female traveller in a country where gender equality and the role of women is a disputed issue. But now I found my way between ignoring stupid chats and getting into very interesting conversations with respectful, polite and hospitable locals, both men and women.