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Marrakech Cluster # 1
So, the thing with men is that sometimes you have to lie to protect them. For their own good. You know? This is especially true when it’s their birthday and you’ve arrived groggily at your all...
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Marrakech Cluster # 2
Dear Marrakech, I want to begin by saying how much I love you. I know I blurted this a few times last night, but that was because I was drunk (your fault entirely). However I do love you. I just can’t...
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Marrakech Cluster # 3
Homespun Wisdom: Try Not Judge a Taxi Driver by the State of His Seatbelts Flying back from Munich last year, I sat next to a geeky looking, grey haired pensioner. I offered to buy him a plastic glass...
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Marrakech Cluster # 4
It is fitting that our taxi driver, Abdul, was once a textile dyer because Morocco is a country that gouges rivers of dye, pigment and ochre into your soul memory. We’re not talking skin-level henna...
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Air on the Road to Marrakech
Air is good. Bloody good. As long as it isn’t freshened, hot, tight or conditioned. 1. Freshened Air Christmas trees. Smiley faces. Cherries. It doesn’t matter what the pretty cut out picture is …...
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Gold
“Othman, is that a mosque?” “No – a restaurant.” “Not that. Over there.” I lean forward and point out of the windscreen at the tower, soft terracotta against the jagged mountain face. “Is THAT a...
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