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!
Do you long for the old San Francisco? Well, friend, let me tell you about Lisbon, Portugal.
Seville Spain was built on stolen South American gold, and judging from the look of the place, assloads of the stuff.