It’s raining in England, nay, it’s pouring and I’m sure somewhere an old man is snoring. So what’s a girl to do? Only one thing for it, head south for some sun. Well, the trip was planned way before God unleashed his wrath on the north of England. But hey, it was good timing, a welcome break from the damp summer (Global warming, pah! Anyway, it’s all cosmic rays, not CO2, look it up!). So off to Marrakesh for the weekend, a quick Squeezyjet flight far too early in the morning and we arrived (myself and friend Linda) just after breakfast in the Red city. It’s actually all pink, but they like to call it red, I guess it’s a bit more macho than calling it the pink city. Accommodation was in one of the many
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