A Full Moon Over Morocco

A man noticed us depart the city bus with bags and baffled looks. My friend and classmate from Leeds, Simon, was immediately gracious for the man’s offer to escort us to our hostel. A feeling that possessed me with the assertiveness of a demon retreated Simon as we headed in the direction of the MedinaContinue reading “A Full Moon Over Morocco”

A Day in The Sacred Valley

Looking around on the bus, there seemed to be a cyclone of ailments. One woman had an oxygen bag while many others had acupuncture needles spiking out from their heads like enlightened porcupines. The woman in the seat across the aisle from me complimented my hat saying she never wears them because they don’t lookContinue reading “A Day in The Sacred Valley”