Making Marrakech's acquaintance.
December 6th 2006 Gabriela’s flown down from Porto for the week. She’s been meaning to visit Morocco for years, long put off by reports of woman travelers getting harassed, groped and - in at least one dubious story - whisked off into the desert, never to be heard from again. To have a friend - a pure heap of masculinity, at that - waiting for her at the airport makes no small difference on her first visit. Iâ
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