Land of Rock

I took out my dirty gray Converse, I think one of the most expensive thing that I have bought with my own money, and I was only about to turn 20. "Hey buddy, we're going to Africa again." And I was proud of myself for not buying a new pair of shoe or clothes for this trip (like I'd always do). Africa had taught me about the value of simplicity, modesty and gratefulness. And I had hoped that this second trip would implant the value deeper into my soul. 

So Morocco was the destination. 8 days and 7 night. I had my Euros in my pocket, just awaiting to be exchanged as soon as we touchdown. We were greeted with the most blue sky I have ever seen and the warmest heat from the sun since summer. London had been wonderful but Marrakech had a better weather, I must say. 

Impression, it's a city of small alleys, earth hued with a pinch of Majorelle blue, walled off Riads, fresh orange juices, aromatic halal food, beautiful landscape, and amazing culture. I fell in love (cliche, I fall in love with any city that I'd go to). I thought the interior design of the historical sites were amazing too. What most amazing was the night spent in the Sahara desert. I was amazed by the number of stars that were actually hanging on the pitch dark sky and how harmoniously quiet the land could be when it was cut off from any civilisation. I thought my world was quiet and lonely but imagine just sitting there in middle of the desert, hearing only the hush of the wind. Amazing!

  

And yeah, I got a little carried away with the arches, windows and doors. I snapped a little too much of them. Enjoy. 

My travel buddies and Ali, the person who had endured a lot of girl talk when he was driving us to the desert.