the tanneries smelled exactly like the pigeon shit they were filled with, I’d never given much thought to pigeon shit, never curious. turns out it verges on ammonia, yeah, ammonia mixed with shit. I started wandering, waiting for someone to approach me, knowing it would come. found this method strong for getting a tour from someone with dirty hands. I was smoking a spliff with some mountain hash on the balcony when a guy approached me, thirty or so, he looked and smiled older, yet with these piercing youthful eyes, which seemed to offset the weathering. he took me around and let me peer into various corners, let me in on craft, how it works, how it’s changed, and mostly, how it’s stayed the same. centuries of the same process turning leather into various shades of whatever. he told me about the poop and the smells, took me to the pad he called home, most of what you need- appalling to a well adjusted North American disinfectant wipe- one floor up a ten rung ladder from business. after that we snuck on the roof and had dinner with his pals overlooking Fes, before these fellas could ask for money I gave it to them, dinner was good and the visit was better. I always laughed when folks said you need to stick to a number and everything has its price, it definitely does, and by paying before being asked, I set that price, nobody ever complained, I paid well, mostly because I’ll rarely pay. only in the right circumstance, and a home cooked meal atop the tanneries with an hour or so observing the inside was worth a nice steak dinner to me, based on an arbitrary internal calculator, so that’s what I gave them, I paid them for a nice steak dinner. figure it’ll pay forward some way. I hope they fleeced the first dorky sap with bad socks after me, because turns out they like steak dinner money, and fuck us tourists anyway. #leicam6
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Fes is such an interesting city — love your stream of consciousness account of the day there
Fantastic !!! And it’s quite interesting how they’ve been using the same techniques for centuries 👌
Whoa this is good, the kinda story that lives man
So good bro.
I enjoyed reading that
I like your story...thanks for sharing your journey 👍👍👍
fuck us tourists anyway
yo, this is dope! great stuff 🔥
so no swimming eh?
👌😍♥️.....where ist this...🤔
Your writing has shadows of Hemingway. I love it. 🔥🙌
This is one of the dumbest fucking stories. You’re such a wealthy hero... shut the fuck up
I can't even imagine the experience.
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