5th to the 13th of september.

oooook, last time i checked i was just about to leave tarifa and get on the ferry to tangier, well that all happened successfully. i was stressed to the max about travellling bymyself to tangier so i met these 2 guys, very gay, from southern spain, and i latched onto those for the trip to tangier, knowing that they were taking the overnigh train to marrakesh. and i thought travelling with 2 guys, even if i only thought they could scratch anyone to death, i thought they were better then noone. completed ferry mission then unfortunatly they had already organised a taxi to the train station that they didnt know i could go in. so anywho i was whisked away by some crazy moroccan, s***ting my pants, didnt know where he was taking me, turns out he was actually a really nice guy that took me for a tour through tangier, with of course my backpack on aaagghhhh. through the tiny little alley ways, up and down stairs i was exhausted. then he took me into alittle shop where there was a nomad trying to sell me anything he could in the shop, started with a traditional dress and a turban, for 700 dirham which works out to be 70 euro pretty much. holy s*** what a con man. this then continued for the next hour them trying to sell me things, and the moroccans are pretty pushy. i ended up being conned into buying the hed turban, which was 10 euro, 5 euro too much but anything to get them off my back. i was then escorted back out through the main part of tangier, yes still with all my belongings and then put in a taxi and sent to the train station. aaaaggggghhh stressed to the max, having to catch the train on my own for 10 long hours overnight, everything was going through my head anything could happen. then i hedard 3 aussie chick accents, breathed a sigh of releif and made some new overnight friends quickly and bunked with them. there was a really nice morroccan fello that kept yelling at people who wanted to come into our carrige, i guess he was our carrige guard ahaha.

ok arrived in marrakesh early, around 7 in the mornig and lucky we did because it was already so freaking hotand i had to walk to my hotel. sweating and dying, cause hardly got no sleep, found the hotel and slep most of the day. havent had a day where i have done nothing for a long time and there were english speaking movies on the tv in my room whoo hoo. that evening the tour for 7 nights and 8 days started. met the group i was going to be spending my moroccan week with and we all went out for donner in the main town.

for the next couple of days we drove a fair amount of kilometers throughout morocco, through the tiny little towns, mett some of the local guys and drank a whole lot of moroccan tea, which consisted of awhole lot of sugar, grreen tea and mint leaves which was amazing. rock climbed up the side of a mountain, rode camels through the sahara desert and played bongos till the sun came up and then rode camels back, stayed at some amazing hotels and swam in some beautiful pools, you would never guess but i actulally brought a carpet, i dont know where im gonn put it but ill find a place. at some awsome moroccan dishes, now a huge fan of the tagine and moroccan spices. and rode quad bikes through the duens and througha cute little town,. that was amazing too. loved the tour.

on the final day of the tour we were in marrakesh again, and i had a hamim massage. not knowing what it was all about. but i sgned up for it anyway. i was pushed into this beautiful room by toppless morrocan ladies, aaggghhhh and was told to take my clothes off, trying to put my bikini top on but the massive moroccan lady took it from me and pushed me into the sauna where there were 7 other very frightened girls sitting around me in the same outfit. one by one we were asked to leave the sauna and we were scubbed down with what looked lke a kitchen scouwer and then covered in mud. then pushed back into the sauna. then we were washed by these ladies and then put in these amazing bathrobes. then already feeling fantastic, it was then followed by an awsome one hour massage, rubbed from toe to fingertip. wow i have never had anything like this in all my life. being thrown around half naked by a half naked fat morocccan is definatly an experience i will never forget.

the next day the tour finished, was sad saying goodbye to my family i have known for a week, all splitting different ways, but my train didnt leave till 9pm that evening. so i tagged along with 2 scottish girls that decided to spend one night in a really expensive hotel, so i snuck into the hotel and swan in their very expensive pool, what a treat. caught the train from morocco back to tangier on my own and had a s*** night sleep, not to worry a huge day ahead tomorro