CHAPTER EIGHT: Mr Couscous

Shopping ingredients for the tagine

As I mentioned before we were in Ourzazate making new friends. A shopkeeper offered his hospitality therefore we decided to stay one more night in this town.

I do not think Mr Couscous really expected us to show up the very next morning. But we did. Hence he had to buy the breakfast since he has not cooked. He brought back some French croissants, fresh orange juice and melwi avec fromage (sort of a pancake). I enjoyed it very much. Then his friend slash employee offered to cook a tagine for the lunch. We decided it would be a great idea to eat tagine for the Nth time.

CHAPTER SEVEN: Muslim men...

I have met lots of Arab men. But I believe if you want to understand them you need more than two lifetimes.
In a sense they are very similar to Europeans. They are just men. White, black, Muslim, Orthodox, Italians, Indians... no matter. When they see a pretty girl they immediately look for signs. And if the girl smiles at them, or strokes her hair, or just wet her lip because the weather is simply freaking hot, they understand it as a sign.

CHAPTER SIX: The game

So after our bad experience in Merzouga and meeting the British, we traveled with them for a while and saw the most incredible nature we otherwise would not get the chance to see.

And the story is not nearly finished. They drove us to Ouarzazate in the evening, helping us to find a hotel. From there we could easily take the bus to Marakesh.

In the evening we decided to take a short walk near our hotel. Coincidentally, we got into a tiny market with all different shops.

CHAPTER FIVE

The ultimate fraud


Our trip was not just about getting to know the country; frankly, we haven't seen much. If anything. However we experienced more than one could dream of; we met incredible people and had unbelievable debates with them, experienced the most unexpected and even scariest stories.

CHAPTER TWO

Morocco.

So we have reached.
And we are still alive. But I feel so ashamed. Never I went on a trip so unprepared.
I have been moving from country to country for almost four weeks now therefore carrying the same suitcase. However I am in an Arabic country at the moment and I come with a fucking suitcase, have no idea where I am going to or what I will be doing. I didn't even Google up where Morocco is on the map, nor checked the weather. Since we are mainly going North and I expected Africa to be hot (!) I got shorts and bikinis with me. Ha Ha!
On the other hand it was more fun this way since I had no expectations at all.

CHAPTER ONE

Up in the air again

Woke up at 5.30am to take an early flight yet to another destination. Coffee, hangover, excitement, and a bag of smelly clothes. Yet another great trip in front of me, yet another eventful day.

You know that feeling when you suddenly get very scared because your life is in a great danger and you get this rush of an adrenaline in your blood. I feel similarly; I feel a travel adrenaline, as if high on drugs. I'm high on excitement. I lost the feeling in my finger tips; I stroke my hair but cannot sense it. I am not cold,  I don't mind the rising sun behind the aircraft's window bothering my eyes. I am not tired and I don't feel regret.