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 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.
That’s Arabic for “Merry Christmas,” at least according to the Internet, which is always right. We’re in Tangier, Morocco, where they call Christmas “Friday.” I can hear the mid-afternoon call to prayer through the window, and it’s raining so much that some of the streets downtown have turned into lakes, which doesn’t stop Moroccan drivers from attempting to float their cars across them.
Our week in Portugal was extremely enjoyable, in that we spent more time sitting on the couch than we did doing all other things combined, which is exactly what we wanted. More…
