Well, I guess this is the last one of these. I am home and the hols are over. What an amazing trip it was, though. It was something I looked forward to for ages, but then surpassed all expectations and was about a billion times better than I could even have imagined. Non, je ne regrete rien.

Reading back over the blog entries I have put up, I feel I have missed a lot in the telling. I guess it's impossible to capture everything just using a few words. I really don't think I can do justice to the sheer sensory overload I have been living for the past nine weeks or so. How do I describe the music stalls at the Djema el Fna and really capture how they were different to the guy playing If I Were A Rich Man on the marimba by the Thames, the buskers on the steps of the Basilique du Sacré Coeur and all the pub music in the Temple Bar? How do I describe the hot, dry air of Marrakech after a week in the damp of Dublin? And all the amazing and varied foods I have sampled? I can't. I can list things off but it doesn't come close to recreating just how amazing everything has been. So I apologise for this, the best I can do is wholeheartedly encourage you all to go off on a similar trip :-)

Seriously, do it.