Goodbye Spain, hello Morroco! My airplane had a propeller which felt like I was ...

Goodbye Spain, hello Morroco! My airplane had a propeller which felt like I was …

Goodbye Spain, hello Morroco! My airplane had a propeller which felt like I was going to deepest darkest Africa. Then a train into Casablanca through the arid ramshackle that is the city outskirts, followed by a taxi to God knows where where I picked up my bus ticket. Then a delicious lunch in a random spot which I hope doesn't come back to haunt me. Finished off with coffee in a decidedly man only smokey cafe where I remembered what it was like to stand out from the crowd. Now on a 6 hour bus ride to Essaouira next to a guy that is definitely going to share his cold with me. Adventuring again!








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  1. As always, love the pictures. If anything, it might be what the lettuce was washed in that might’ve come back to haunt you?! And the coach doesn’t look that bad, but that’s only from the outside. Good luck with the cold 😙 – just hope your immune system works well for you. Enjoy the experience of this different country.

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