Or more simply, greetings from Morocco.

 
Marrakech
· When I first arrived in Marrakech, I was so happy to be out of Egypt that I loved everything by comparison. That slowly faded away. I have become so sick of these backward countries, and I’m tired of pretending that they are not.

Sahara
· I spent a night camping in the Sahara. The sand was a gorgeous orange-red colour (the sand in Egypt is a beautiful golden yellow). I spent part of the night dancing barefoot in the sand to the beat of drums. Most of the group thought I was crazy, but believe me, they were the nutty ones for not joining in. The stars were unreal, so we all decided to sleep outside, tentless, staring at the stars. We travelled there on camels, which was also pretty cool — that’s me in the back.

Fes
· Fes is like Marrakech but smaller and less touristy, and thus more friendly.

Meknes
· In Meknes I met with a Moroccan friend (and her friends) that I had made in Egypt. They introduced me to Moroccan things. I introduced them to McDonald’s french fries with ice cream, and told them about my friend Jessica. A fair trade, I think.

Chefchaouen
· This was essentially an Islamic Santorini in the mountains. You might think the Islamicness would add charm. You’d be wrong.

Tangier
· Travelling in these backward countries for so long, I am so anxious to get back into the free world. Looking at Spain across the water in Tangier, all I see is freedom. It’s so close I can taste it. (It might also be the Spanish coffee I’m drinking as I write this.)

 
Did I mention how ridiculous their king is?