

Welcome to country 51, welcome to Africa!
Day one done, and I am yet to be dumped.

And I was repeatedly called Ali Baba because of my heroic beard.
We had been told about 15 times by now that pigeon shit is "Berber Chanel no.5" and is used because it does the same job but is less dangerous to the skin than ammonia.

Marrakech is great and the end to our second and last full day was fantastic.
Helen fell in love with the mobile masts which are disguised as suspiciously perfectly straight palm trees.

So long, Marrakech.
Yes, indeed, it seems these posh women in cheap seats had gone all the fucking way to Marrakech just to play golf but NOT TO ACTUALLY SEE MARRAKECH.