Morroco –the end at least for now
Rissani was not the end of my Moroccan journey, not to say the least. It was only half way through to be exact. I am trying to do my slacker self a favour by tying it up so I can bring everyone to the here and now.
So to tie it up in the last two weeks I had in Morocco I
–got quite literally beaten up and squeaky clean in a traditional hammam in Rissanni
–slept on the most amazing terrace in the world—Todra Gorge
–skinny dipped Todra Gorge and the Atlantic Ocean (thanks to Sophie)
–Drank spring water from the source
(I would never even do that in the states)
–took the most miserable night bus journey through the most treacherous mountains I have ever encountered; (we’ll see about that when I get to Nepal)
–saw our waiter at 7am in the morning get assaulted by a small punk-ass kid with a rock at the bus station in Agadir
–had a toothless woman scare the poop out of me for not paying 20dirham for using the toilet
–Somehow scored a condo in the most secret Atlantic Ocean hideaway in Southern Morocco for 5 US a night..
–practically started a riot in Marrakesh
–saw a woman drop and roll on the pavement in a futile attempt to exit a moving train
— took a ferry crossing that was supposed to take two hours but ended up taking twelve.
I would like to send a shout out to my homies for the adventures I shared with them, so
Sophie, Kathy, Obie, Ernesto, Phil and Mateo, you guys rock and I probably would have never had the most kick ass time if it hadn’t been for you all, thanks for making me have a sober fantastic adventures and dance parties all hopped up on mint tea .
You guys rock.
I love morocco, I will be back.
ps. six is the magic number
dig?
Tags: Morocco, Travel
jessica
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