Morocco Solo Loco
March 13th 2009 One hour into my African experience I was walking down tiny deserted alleys in a slightly dodgy part of Marrakech being directed by a tall stranger who claimed to know where my riad (guesthouse) was. Having lost the directions I had printed off I really had no choice but to follow this man. It was a crossroads: either, I would be mugged or murdered and I wouldn't have a good holiday, or secondly,
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