Having been swept away by Easyjet;, past the Spanish and Portugese border and onto African soil. I was quickly ushered past border control and went on to exchange my British pounds for Moroccan Dirhams. Another 5 volunteers and myself was greeted by the toothless smiley driver that was to drive us to the volunteer base in the Medina - the old town. Outside the cool and modern airport, I was instantly under sensory assault- the colours, smells, language, bike hoots, donkeys, and men shouting "miss, miss" waving their arms around. We arrived at the old Medina and two men attempted to carry our luggage for 10Dh - less than one pound. However, our driver shouted at them and they left. We hauled our belongings into a traditional riad and and began to unpack. The other volunteers
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