moroccan marvels

Morocco; I had not pictured the smells. Shelves upon shelves of auromatic oils.Sacks of herbs and spices. Some of the sacks tops rolled down to show the smooth red henna. Lumpy ginger stems, shiny black carob sticks all letting off their spicey, incensy perfume into the air! Visiting souq after souq these smells will linger forever in my mind!
Morocco; I had not pictured the Grand Taxies! The Mercedes, normally built for four or five, in Morocco the drivers fit in four people on the back seat and two passengers on the front seat! Although in Sidi Ifni there was SIX people on the back seat! It is compulsory that one passenger is at least obese! Everybody pays for one place! You have to be squashed as a tourist and you have to have at least one elbow in your kidneys! But it gets you there, to you destination, faster and cheaper than the local buses!
Morocco; Where the young boy in the pizza bar plays with the knife as if he is shaving himself, than wants to cut your pizza with the same knife! I don;t think so! Morocco where you ask for a sprite and they open a coke! Where it doesn;t matter because the teenager working in the pizza parlour finishes off everybody;s soft drinks anyway, and he likes coke! Morocco ; where in the south the people have difficulties giving change! Always in their favour though!
Tomorrow I will go over the Mauritania border. I am aware of the dangers, I have heard of the three spanish aid workers who were kidnapped! I am taking an informed decision. Just know that I love you all. Life is good and god is great!