Whilst booking our tickets, Cassandra impressively leans over the counter at the station and in a very Moroccan style asks if "we can get a discount". The guy looked blankly and raised his eyebrows, I laughed. Cassandra turns to me and says "well we didn't have anything to lose?". A few hours later we would find that statement to not be entirely true as there were 49 seats on the bus and we just happened to be sitting in 2 of 4 of them that didn't recline - all the other passengers laying back and enjoying the ride.
We set off at 11.30pm and it was an extremly surreal experience. We passed a horrific car accident where a truck full of textiles had spilled goods all over the road and stopped once at a gas station in the middle of back and beyond. I went to get a coke and was amazed to see so many people eating, playing cards and shopping at the butchers?!!
As I drifted in and out of conciousness, I would sporadically wake to see the Atlas Mountains, the odd farms and ultimately, how expansive the countryside of Morocco is.
As day broke I watched Cassandra sleeping with an everchanging backdrop of mountains, small dwellings and the odd farm.
We eventually arrived in Fez just before 9a.m.
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