Back to Africa

What would await us, as we left a snowy Wrocław on our way to Marrakesh, Morocco?

I cannot remember what I expected or thought Morocco would be like. Unfortunately, like always, a lifetime of imagined scenes, stereotyped images, and interactions with people that do not exist are wiped away in the first moment of reality, never to be retrieved again.

Would we be shocked? Impressed? Disturbed?

I don't know. But even if we made it deep into the Sahara, it'd have to be some miraculous camel to beat this.