Instead of traveling to one continent I decided to add on another, simply because I can, and that's how I wound up in the very African Morocco. Getting here was a pain (never catching the ferry to Tangier again), putting up with the shamsters and second lot of hostel staff was a pain (should've given them the finger!) and enduring THE worst camel saddle EVER was a pain (literally). That, however, is where all the negativos began to lessen.
Morocco, this strange and crazy place I've spent months believing is the Thailand of Africa, has been very good to me. I was once told of how easy it can be to get here when in Europe (Spain to be exact) which is how all of this came to be. It started out rocky and intimidating (just crossing the streets here is a blood sport of its own calibre) but it only got better. I've climbed a few dunes at sunset, let a wild monkey climb on my back and drunk my weight in mint tea which has been THE most unexpected of surprises (up until two weeks ago I avoided the flavour with a passion).
I've had a few stints all over which I've enjoyed immensely. Ourika Valley, Cascade D'Ozoud (THE second highest waterfall in Africa I might add) and Ksar Ait Benhaddou (another Game of Thrones filming location) just to name a few. The Atlas Mountains were bused through and the snow coating them reminded me of the stripes of zebra foals.
There was a lot of road, a lack of information in some departments (had I known I had to tip my Berbers I would've brought the extra money and there'd be a few happier Berbers out there) but most certainly some memories to carry with you forever. I've done the Little Sahara on Kangaroo Island and now I've done the motherload. IT. WAS. EPIC!!!
Some I've met don't consider Morocco a part of Africa, but I will fiercely disagree. I'm proud of myself for venturing to a fourth continent, and now I want to see more; South Africa, Uganda, Kenya etc. The people have been amazing (except for some bastards who will remain hated) and the sights and sounds will last forever. The call for Islamic prayer is something I might just miss.
I'm writing this down on my last day. My gut is stuffed from the chwarmer I ate for lunch (the Avengers had it after saving New York) and my legs are dead from walking around looking for the Jardine Menara and a wooden cobra for my Burnables Collection (I haggled and I won!) With all of this out in the open, I couldn't be more sure that this will go down as one of the greatest experiences I've ever had.