I still haven’t pulled together the energy required to write anything about Morocco, so in the meantime here’s a quick video I shot on camelback.
We’re approximately here, on our last morning in the desert, riding back to the hotel. Most of the time we were out it was just me, Sophie, and our guide Athman (in the blue and yellow), but at camp on the last night we met up with seven other people who all rode back with us. That’s who you can see in the convoy ahead of me.
I’m exhausted. In the two days Sophie and I have been in Istanbul, we’ve been able to bring ourselves to see a grand total of two sights. Today we sat on a bench in front of the Topkapi Palace ticket office for 20 minutes trying to will the energy to go in, but in the end we went back to the hotel to take a nap. This trip has been wearing us out like an old rechargeable battery that runs for a shorter and shorter time after each charge. So for that and other reasons, after days of talking about it, yesterday we made plans to come home for a two-week break.
This blob belongs to you. You’re welcome! When I hear from you it’ll be on its way…
…I recommend it, because it makes a great title for a blog post. I’ll write it in a day or two. The gist is that I survived, and our Morocco trip, including three days in the dunes, has been mostly delightful. We’re in Fes on the way to Casablanca, and from there we leave for Istanbul tomorrow.
