To say the least, Morocco was an eye-opener.
It was also an eye-drier.
In temperatures of 55 degrees plus, I seriously thought my eyeballs were going to dry up into shrivelled prune-like organs on several different occasions. That's freakin' hot!
Nevertheless, our Moroccan experience was as epic as it was warm. From the ancient Kasbah of Ait Benhaddou, through the Atlas Mountain range (the highest mountain range in Morocco), the scorching sands of the Sahara Dessert and in the hot and steamy centre of the Souks (street markets) in the heart of Marrakech, Morocco has a charm of it's own and beckons tourists to explore it's hidden treasures.
This is Ali Baba (as the locals called me) signing off.