On the road to Sahara

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This morning Med met us at 0715 and walked us over to the Cafe de France and waited with us until our guide came. Then we piled in a car with five other people from Brasil, Croatia, Spain, and a white woman who has lived in Marrakech for 15 years.

Immediately we all thought the same thing.

"Are you ever grateful that you're just average looking?"

"Like right now? Yes."

"Yeah, they will definitely get snatched before we do."

We drove for a long time thru winding roads. We stopped a lot, got car sick. We saw where parts of Game of Thrones was filmed.

For lunch, we had Tajine and couscous with our new Spanish friends. I poorly was telling the no scare story, but my Spanish sucks. Also there is no hand soap to be found at any bathroom we go to. It makes me feel like a clean freak.

We take a lot of driving breaks to not get car sick. All the places look like Utah. Sometimes there are random stops so the driver can yell in Arabic at people and say something that sounds like patata.

At night Karima dropped Emily, 'Ana, and I off at a place that was different from the rest of the group. They should've called it wooden ice block hotel. I took a cold shower but not ice cold, because apparently there's a difference. For dinner there was more tajine with 2 Moroccans and a Japanese guy. It was Freezing cold and we weren't paying for heat.

Grateful for friends and body heat.