We did the 55 kilometers to Fes in two days, spending the night once again in an olive grove. The next day, while having our bread and cheese on the curb of an Oil Libya service station, a man brought me a sandwich, then the manager of the restaurant there invited us to lunch. Afterwards, as so many others in this generous nation have done, he invited us to stay with his family in Fes once we have moved on from our current host, Max.
Max, meanwhile, is an old friend that I knew in Portalegre, though he is from the Azores. Like so many from the Azores, he is a bit of an adventurer, and his work as a golf course manager has taken him to several different countries.
When we arrived he promptly took us out for a meal in Nouvelle Fes, then to meet some of his friends. Since that time I have been in bed with a cold, but we hope to stay in Fes for a week or so which should give me the chance to see the world famous medina.
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