Having just finished up her work as a nanny in North London, Aidan's sister Emily decided to meet us for our last week in Morocco. With the idea of not moving around too much and blending in with the other tourists, we decided to test our nerve with the infamous venders and tourist touts. We spent the week amongst the madness of Marrakesh! This city offered everything we were promised; fortune tellers, snake charmers, street entertainers and the most varied and ...

There came a point during our travels when we found ourselves frustrated by some locals attitudes towards us Westerners and our wallets. To try and put these emotions into perspective, as well as for therapeutic reasons, Jess wrote this poem... Lost in a world I don't understandOne among thousandsTrampling ancient culturesLike an out of tune marching band, Looking for rhythm, searching for reasonLittle did we knowWe're traveling in the wrong season, Caught up ...

Stopping for a roast chicken and chip roll on the way from Merzouga to Boulemane, we got chatting to a young French couple. They had already spent some time in and around the Dades Gorge, and recommended a nice guesthouse and a good trekking guide. Twenty minutes further down the road our bus pulled into bustling Boulemane. We were pleased with a bit more direction, but a little taken back when our French mate actually jumped off the bus and grabbed a well-dresse...

Keen to see the 'real' Morocco, we left Agadir after only a few days to catch a bus towards the Sahara Desert. Without the 'Lonely Planet' to rely on, we weren't sure exactly what to do and found ourselves at the mercy of the ruthless local bus depot scoundrels! The moment we jumped out of our taxi, we were quickly ushered to the far end of the station by a shady looking man who kept repeating 'very lucky, the bus leaves in 10 minutes, quickly quickly.' Two hour...

Our flight from London to Agadir, on Morocco's south coast, was full of a rare breed of English surfers. Luckily for us, we managed to sit next to one keen bean who'd done a bit more research about the place and even had a guide book! We learnt that Taghazout, just north of Agadir, is one of Morocco's most well known areas for surfing, and we also looked up a few essential tips about getting out of the airport, as well as where to stay. We decided to start off o...