We hadn't planned to go to Morocco. It was just one of those quirks of fate. Now we've been we can't imagine why we never went before. A country so close by, yet so amazingly different. An exotic world of riads, ksars, casbahs and dars. Spectacular scenery ranging from mountain ranges to deserts and beaches. A 'Thousand And One Nights' display of bold, bright colours. Mouth-watering dishes of goat-meat tagine and camel couscous, and pastries oozing honey and almond paste. Veiled women, and men wearing jellebahs. Winding medina lanes, quiet and secluded. Ancient wooden doors, barring the way, but somehow drawing us in. A month was not enough.
I've always had wanderlust. Don't know where it comes from. When I was 26 I bought a 'round the world' ticket and flew off to New York. I thought after a year travelling I would have 'been there, seen it, done it' and it would be out of my system. Of course it didn't work like that. I travelled for two years and only went home when the money ran out. Then life took over for a few years, and travelling was confined to month long trips around Christmas, and shorter city breaks.
In 2009 Jim retired. Not to be outdone I also gave up work - at least for the forseeable future. We gave our flat in... full info