They shouted at us. Constantly. Every single person who seemed to be trying to sell us some form of service or product claimed they were an original Berber from the Atlas Mountains. Before we came to Morocco we had never even heard of a Berber. Upon leaving Morocco, we’re now pretty clued up! So, what … Continue reading I’m a Berber, I’m a Berber, I’m an original Berber!
I like to think of myself as being fairly well travelled with quite a few different experiences under my belt. I like to think that there isn't much that phases me or many situations that I can't handle myself in. I thought all of this, until my first hour in Marrakech... We had been awake … Continue reading When No, Doesn’t Mean No