==Listening to ambient and trance chill at the lounge of the hotel in Essaouira==

... and we had to pack it, it being narrowly stuck between some of them. We managed to do it and a friendly driver helped us fixing a hanging piece of plastic protector that was broken since Spain.
And bye bye Chefchaouen.
On our way to Fèz we go.
The trip goes quite smooth, with a nice feeling a car's light goes off showing what the drivers already knew, there's something wrong. The car has been having a low power and had to be overstepped on the gas and reduce too many gears to avoid the car shacking and loosing revs.
At the mechanic we find out that one of the plugs is not working properly, but they say that we can go on with it. So we do.
We arrive to Fèz medina just before it gets dark. We check in a guest house (Cascade) just by Bab Bou Jeloud, have a shower and I go to have a stroll with Abduki and newly met guy around the twisting zouq. I get myself a tarbush and an indigo bandanna.
Later we all go together to have dinner at a nice place that will charge us almost half of the written price and we have a problem with the man in there after a mistake. He serves Abduki a dish he may have not asked for, he says so and the man tries to take it away. We says that it's fine, we'll eat it anyway. In fact I had ordered that. But the man gets really angry and decides not to serve food to him. The reason remains unclear, but maybe because of his Omanian origin.

We sleep on the rooftop this night. By the time we go there we find out that all the nice places have been taken but we manage to get some rest using just blankets on one side and get a discount next morning.

>Day 4
After a breakfast in several different places we take off to Essaouira.
A long driving journey awaits us.
Just before getting into the motorway, we get stopped by police and shows us that I was driving at 86 Km/h when I should be driving at 60 Km/h and asks for 60 after asking for all the papers. Reluctantly we show him 60 Dh but he says that that it's not right. He was asking for 60 € and tell him that it's impossible. He shows me what's supposed to be the fines book showing 500 Dh. That's not 60 €. After some arguing about hash he considers that we are good people and lets us go but warns us to be careful.
Juan finally takes the car for a while in this journey.
Arriving to Essaouira we got stopped again about Abduki not wearing the safety belt right after loading some petrol.

On the entrance to Essaouira many young fellas show us keys and speak to us about apartments. We have a target and avoid them.

We find a nice hotel in the medina near the beach with a nice receptionist that goes crazy about my black nail varnish and keeps on calling me Clara ;P
The rooms here are very nice, almost european, with bathroom and shower inside. Also more expensive: 100 Dh each.

We go to the fish stalls and try to check the fish quality without being ear-raped by the tenders of the first two ones. Juan keeps on checking fishes and we finally make a decision. We try to get some white wine but the shop for that is closed already. So almost 3 kilos of fish it is. 

I soon find out that in this town locals are more arrogant than in other places, almost assholes. They all smile and make a big effort to grab you into his den of things and when they realize that you want nothing to do with what they offer, they turn into sour bastards.
I also realized here that some people is open for exchanges instead of selling, usually the ones that seem berbers or with the head Tuareg thing.






*Vocabulary for the chapter:
Tarbush - red hat (fez)
Waha waha - hold yourself