Tour day 7. After an incredibly picturesque drive through the High Atlas Mountains, we arrived at our final location of the tour, Marrakech, another Imperial city. Instead of the luxury heman spas most visitors would frequent, our group decided to try out a more local version for some final day r and r. Expecting a steam room, body scrub and massage the boys and girls split into separate rooms (Ant almost "accidentally" walking into the girls). After stripping down into nothing but underpants the girls were ushered into one large cement tiled bathroom. Instead of sitting on the benches the naked, elderly woman running the show made us sit huddled on the floor in a row and without warning proceeded to through buckets of water on us. It was nothing short of what I picture to be a women's prison. Finally we rolled around on the ground whilst being scrubbed by a woman and hit by her flopping boobs. An experience I'll remember for the wrong reasons. After the boys and girls shared their similarly odd stories we headed out for our final dinner. More tagines, cous cous and meatballs and finally free flowing alcohol (well almost). We ended up at a hip Moroccan club that could be taken to be something from the 80s with the white leather couches but a bottle of tequila and shisha later we made a dance floor and rocked out til 430 when some people in our group went straight to the airport for flights home!!

After a sad farewell we departed the tour and moved to a beautiful Moroccan style hotel in the centre of the old town. At first, feeling lost without our guide, we found the winding streets, constant hassle and crazy market place of the old medina intimidating, especially after being caught in a cab scam. But in the end we learnt to think on our own again and embrace our last few days in a country we had grown to love.