Notes on Travelling in Fes, Morocco During the First Few Days of Ramadan

Ain’t nobody here but us chickens.

 

This was going to be two posts originally, one about Ramadan in Fes and one about trying (note the emphasis on trying) to be an independent traveller in Fes.  The more I made notes (I couldn’t do my usual silver-shovel unedited, quickly posted  word-dump as we were without internet for 4 days), the more I couldn’t separate the two.

I want to preface this post with two caveats. 

1. I’m not stupid. I lived in Turkey for 6 years and for 2 of those years I lived in a city that even conservative Turks consider conservative. I spent one Ramadan driving around the deserts of Oman, furtively sneaking sips of water in the 50 degree heat, ducked awkwardly beneath the dashboard, pulled off the side of the road so no one might see.

I know my iftar from my suhur. For 6 years, I woke at 3am to the beat of the drummer boy under my window, refusing to let anyone sleep past breakfast. I discretely ate behind the black privacy curtains in the few places that were open during the day. I know not to drink, chew gum, snack, lick stamps, smoke, etc, etc between sunrise and sunset. I know that by the time 6pm rolls around, people (especially smokers dying for a puff) can be pretty cranky and frustrated. Hell, I taught those cranky fasters for 6 years.

I have utmost respect for their devotion, even if I do end up at the receiving end of the crankiness and in the dangerous backseats of  nearly deliriously famished taxis. Not that taxis fast, mind you. The drivers. I meant the drivers. The hungry, thirsty, nicotine-starved drivers.

The women, as always, were stoic.

 

2. I’m trying not to generalize about Morocco, or even Fes. Meknes was awesome. Casablanca was uneventfully decent. We had a rough time in Fes but I would still encourage people to go. But go with awareness as to what you’re getting yourself into.  If you have had an easy peasy time in Fes, fabulous. If you are Moroccan and think I am insulting your country and religious customs, I am not. Morocco is amazing. I’d be happy to move here in a heartbeat. Blue skies? Sweet people (especially in Meknes)? Gorgeous food? Stunning art and architecture? Hell, yeah.

I need to talk about what we’ve been dealing with, trying to navigate the winding back alleys of Fes on our own, during the first few days of Ramadan.

It’s been hot. We’re talking 45 degrees and up hot. Boiling bright sun hot. Going back to the riad after lunch hot, as only mad touts and Englishmen would be bonkers enough to want to be out in the midday sun in July in Fes. It’s heat stroke city out there.

 

Cooling ablutions in the midday sun.

 

For those who are fasting, who can’t even sneak a sip of water before the iftar cannon shot fires at sunset and the happiest call to prayer ever erupts and everyone drops everything to dash to their water, dates, soup and bread,  it must be brutal.

I get it. I totally get it. I fasted back when Ramadan was in dark, cold Turkish November and it was hard.

What drove me nuts was the aggression. The anger.

 

Yes we have no bananas today.

 

I’ve travelled a lot.

Really.

I’m not just saying this to brag or show off or whatever. I’m saying this to show that I’m aware of the vibes and issues that present themselves when relatively affluent Western backpackers meet other cultures, especially less affluent, non-western ones.

I’m used to fiercely predatory bazaars and souks. I have been forcibly sat down hundreds of times and given tea until I could puke, whilst being shown carpet after unwanted carpet, unfurled before me.

I’ve been stalked and hissed at in Cairo, with men muttering slut and fuck me in my ear as I walked (with headscarf and ankle to wrist clothing). I’ve had my ass grabbed many, many times in quite a few countries. I’ve had stalkers singing me lullabies as they followed me through the streets of Istanbul. Marriage proposals from complete strangers using a really inappropriate tone of voice? I can’t even begin to count them.

Annoying, yes. Potentially dangerous? Mmm, no. Not really.

Fes?

Not the same.

Let me tell you what we were up against as we tried to make out own way through the medina, using our map and asking locals for directions when necessary (like good travellers do, right?).

Twenty-something guys latching onto us as we walked. Polite insistings of  la shukran and non, merci didn’t help. It made them angry. Visibly angry. Fist clenchingly angry. Ignoring them didn’t help. Stopping mid-stride, screeching to a halt and turning around didn’t help. Sometimes kindly shop keepers and passers-by would yell at the kid and send him on his way. Sometimes not. Usually not.

Another guy shoulder butted Doug and tried to pick a fight in a dimly lit back alley as we came back from dinner. Others shouted out insults from the sidelines. They insulted Doug’s hat (masculinity belittling bullshit); they told me I needed a nice French massage (more gender belittling bullshit, except sexually degrading rather than trying to pick a fight).

One guy cornered us at the end of a long, narrow alley and insisted we go with him to Restaurant X. When we said we didn’t want to go, he started shouting and swearing at us, telling us we were disgusting foreigners who didn’t deserve to be in Morocco, in Africa, and that I (fucking woman!) was nothing like his mother, his sister– good women, honourable women. Not like me, no, I’m a worthless, disgusting, filthy, stupid woman. He followed us out of the alley and onto the main street, still shouting, glaring, swearing, arms waving wildly, snarling, lips curled in a sneer.

Yeah, go cry, you fucking woman! Cry, like a woman! Fuck you! Cry, you stupid foreign woman! Fuck YOU!

For five minutes. He followed us. Shouting. I can’t even remember in which language he had shouted.

With people watching from the sidelines, a meter away, doing nothing. Watching.

I actually ended up crying. I was so worn out from it all.

I was horrified, humiliated.

A barber offered me a stool in his tiny barber shop, and a sip of water. No one mentioned what the shouting fellow had said or done.

I stormed up the steep, narrow cobbled street, away, quite blind with angry, sad, frustrated tears.

I never cry in public.

Some other touts declared themselves to be our self-appointed guides (politely declined in 2 official languages) then shrieked at us to get the fuck out of their country NOW.

Many directions we asked for were met with a self appointed guide who insisted on accompanying us the 15 meters to where they wanted us to go (their buddy’s restaurant, for example, not where we had asked to go). This came with a persistent demand for, say, 3 euros (we gave 10 dirhams- about a euro- to get them to eventually go away, but this usually elicited a glare and declaration that we were cheap and selfish). For a service we didn’t want. For a 2 minute guide we didn’t need. To a place we weren’t wanting to go.

We felt like a commodity. We felt incredibly unwelcomed, unwanted, resented.

Around us, fights broke out. Arguments, fist fights, wrestling. Young guys brimming with aggression. Older men frustrated. Lots of shouting, not just at us.

We asked people what to do. We asked the owner of our riad. We asked other travellers.

They told us a few things. I don’t quite know what to do with this advice.

1. Ramadan makes things worse, much worse. Touts are even more persistent because they need to get money for family, for the iftar meals, for gifts, for the pricy sacrificial lamb (or cow or goat) for the upcoming Eid al Adha. The pressure is on to bring in cash. Added to that, no smoking. The heat. Dehydration. A surprising upswing in the use of hash during the holy month (inexplicably still okay, it seems, even when cigarettes are haram). Tempers flare like at no other time. One Swedish girl noted that a guy had pulled a knife on her group of friends. A Frenchman noted a fistfight outside the doors of our riad. Every day, we heard loud arguments, shouting. Exasperated voices.

2. Don’t ask for directions. Don’t talk to anyone. If they talk to you, ignore them. If they are persistent, politely say la shukran (no, thanks) and carry on ignoring them.

 

Sweet, calm, devout people who go on with their lives without me- you rock.

 

On Day 3 (which was Day 2 of Ramadan), we hired a guide for half a day, just so we could walk about with a buffer, a protector, someone we could ask questions, ask for explanations without having to worry about the tangly aftermath.  We don’t usually hire guides. We carry a map at most, and wander. We’ve been doing this together for 5 years. I’ve been doing it since 1994 on my own.  We like to meet people, talk to shop keepers, have conversations, explore, learn, follow our curiosities. For the past decade as a teacher in Turkey and in China, I have been welcomed into hundreds of homes and lives. I’ve been fed. I’ve drunk tea. I’ve had long, meandering conversations about everything. I usually felt like there was a chance— even if only a slim chance– that I could be allowed in.

Not in Fes, not in the first few days of Ramadan.

This is not to say that the Fassi folk are rude or mean or anything like that. Most people were…fine. Indifferent. A few shopkeepers (old men, mostly) were incredibly sweet and returned my Ramadan Mubarak with well wishes of their own. Overwhelmingly, people were…okay. Closed, separate, busy with their own lives.

Except, of course, for those 20 or so guys every freaking day who latched on and made everything really, really fucking awful.

Has anyone else been to Fes or Morocco or anywhere where things got this overwhelming?



17 thoughts on “Notes on Travelling in Fes, Morocco During the First Few Days of Ramadan”

  • Wow. Wow wow wow. What post on a place I desperately want to visit. Now that I know so much more first hand info. I know I’ll have my wits WAY more about me than I would have originally had. I had similar experiences in Turkey, but harmless, and not angry. Just annoying. I’m so sorry you had these experiences. Such a beautiful place, but that could sour your feelings about your trip. I hope the good memories outlast the bad!
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    • No sour feelings. We really had to talk this one out, every day after coming in for the afternoon, trying to calm ourselves down and to gird our loins for the evening. It really was only a few jerks who made it difficult but they really made their presence known. Most people, as notes, were decent.

  • Well, not what I expected to hear, but I so appreciate your candor. I’m especially stunned this happened to you when you were with your boyfriend.

    My only visit to Morocco so far has been 2 days in Tangiers about 13 years ago. My husband and I were annoyed by touts and wanna-be guides, but not nearly to the extreme you experienced.

    We ended up cutting our vacation short and going back to Spain, but I always said I’d return to Morocco and now I am, in October.
    I think perhaps we may end up hiring a private guide as well.
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    • Casablanca and Meknes were fine on our own. No problems at all. It was just the Fes medina (basically, where you want to see and be in Fes) that was difficult. Chefchaouen seems to be okay so far (but I’ve barely been out so can’t vouch for that). The guide in Fes was very, very helpful. I’d get a guide on day 1 to get a feel for the place and the layout. Once you no longer need someone to point out where things approximately are, you’ll be fine on your own.

      • Hello MaryAnne,
        Would you mind telling me about your impressions of Meknes overall? Did you encounter many English speakers?

        I’ve lived in Taroudant, in the south, for six years and have been thinking of making a change.

        Thanks,
        David Vickery

        • Hi! Sorry for the late reply- I didn’t see your comment until today. I really liked Meknes and thought it was a lovely, friendly, open minded and relaxed city. I speak French and have some basic Arabic so don’t know about the prevalence of English there. I think the tourist restaurants had bilingual menus but can’t remember. How’s Taroudant?

  • Seriously impressed by your anguished honesty over this…it’s hard to tell the truth sometimes–especially when your previous experiences have been so positive-and you have YEARS of them. Take heart that your unplesant experience will help others to avoid one. Thanks!

    • I hope this can be seen as a helpful post rather than as a privileged-western-chick-can’t-handle-Morocco post. I worried as I wrote it that it might be taken the wrong way, that it might seem too sweeping or negative. Morocco, overall, has been amazing– just…challenging in new ways. 🙂

  • Wow. Note to self: Do not visit Fes during Ramadan. Except for the drumming in the middle of the night, I’m hardly even aware of Ramazan in Turkey. But I live in Antalya, in a neighborhood where the religiously observant are the minority. Good to know what to expect elsewhere.
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    • Totally! I lived in Istanbul for 4 years and barely noticed ramazan, aside from the drummer boy pounding away under my window at 3am. I learned to sleep through that. However, my first 2 years in Turkey were in Kayseri and you really notice it there. Or at least you did 10 years ago. Maybe it’s changed? Everybody fasted, even the 10 year olds.

      Right now in Tangier, we have several hours of night time singing coming from the muezzins across the city. In the McDonalds (only thing open to eat at when we arrived midday) there was an official sign saying only non Muslims would be allowed to eat inside. It’s taken pretty seriously.

  • Preparing now for visit to Morocco and sincerely appreciate your sharing of your experiences. Hoping that January Fes has cooler tempers. I am normally a
    “no guide” traveller, however after reading your story, Fes might be a good place to make an exception

    • Yep, even just a half day on the first day to get your bearings and to cover the main sights (like the tanneries) would help, as you won’t have to fight off the hopefuls…

  • What a sad thing to read. However, just to put it in perspective, thousands of people visit Fez and nevr have that experience during Ramadan or any other time. As the main English site for Fez we receive a huge amount of reports from visitors and even slo women travellers have few problems. The problem with a story like this one is that it can deter visitors from experiencing the most welcoming Medina in Morocco. Anyway, Maryanne, thanks for your article, even if we disagree about how typical you experience was
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    • Hi,

      I do wish I could have written a more positive post but,well, that was our experience. Bad luck? Maybe. I really liked Morocco overall and we were there for a month, all over the country. Fes was just really challenging. I didn’t write this to deter visitors as everyone will have their own experience. However, after writing it, I was contacted by quite a few women who had experienced harrassment while traveling independently in Fes. I found other cities a lot more welcoming and although I am very open to giving Fes another chance (most people were either indifferent or pleasant, tainted by a few very challenging rude people who made a lot of the visit difficult and frustrating), I’m not going to lie and say it was great. I think if we had a tour guide or a tour group around us it would have been a very different experience.

  • Hi Maryanne,
    I’d like offer my experience here. Essentially I “lost” about 12 euros from not haggling hard enough and all. This is the worst I experienced there, imagine 🙂
    I am pretty experienced in travelling, haggling, adventuring. To me it is very weird what has happened to you. I met several tourists last weekend (it was ramadan) and spoke with them. The longest conversations with a white couple from America and two sweet attractive ladies from Spain. They hardly got harassed, they joked about it. I believe you did something that you didn’t realise you were doing. I understand bumping into someone pushy or aggressive but it’s very weird so many people did that. I saw tourists snacking in the medina and none took notice of that. I was dressed VERY modestly, carrying no items of value, always got out of their way, no attitude at all. You write that you had a “f***ing awful” experience. For example you don’t realise that swearing in a public blog is not nice. Maybe similarly you did something “not nice” in Fes and again you didn’t realise it was bad?

    • Thank you for sharing your experience, but please refrain from moralizing on my blog and telling me that my own experience wasn’t real. I spent a decade living and travelling in Muslim countries and am very clear about what is ok and what isnt. As I noted above, it was only a few people who were being bad but they kind of invaded a lot of our time and energy with their persistent rudeness. Most people were lovely but they weren’t the ones swearing at me or grabbing me or shouting at me. A few bad apples can do a lot of damage.

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