My Marrakech Experience (2014)

I stepped off the plane and breathed in my first breath of the foreign air. It smelt of humidity, and hot tarmac. My second breath brought the distant lingering scent of spices and cooking meats. As a group we were led across the tarmac towards a small, red, plain-looking building, with no windows. Compared to … Continue reading My Marrakech Experience (2014)

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