While Morocco was still allowing flights out for the time being, our window for escape was closing fast.
It’s yet another reason why I hate Crosby, Stills & Nash.
Morocco’s local mountain range is nothing to sneeze at.
We go glamping on the last exit for civilization.
A city in northwestern Morocco that’s noted for blue paint shortages.
Is that the Atlantic Ocean? Or the Mediterranean Sea? Surprise, it’s both!
Some of the earliest developments of writing, agriculture, urbanization, religion and government happened here first. Why? Aliens, duh.