Connecting Across Cultures
Initially I was going to title this “Ripped Off In Morrocco: The Story They Don’t Tell You.” Perhaps it’d draw more clicks, but I didn’t like the negative connotation implied. Instead I opted for the above — inspired by an encounter that had me rapidly messaging my sis on a rail ride to Rabat one…
The stench of urine is noteworthy. And beware of the motorcyclists, forever zipping past impossibly close through mixed crowds of locals andΒ tourists alike.Β Wind in their hair. Cross, if you dare. Pedestrians, take care! Marrakesh, the Ultimate Gritty City The streets are steamy, with smoke coming from grills and burners and kitchen exhaust pipes. Fumes from…
So far I have no travels planned for 2018, which makes me super antsy! I know I’ll be traveling to Europe for work, but I haven’t received my tour assignments yet. Thus, I’ve got some seriously itchy feet. This lack of concrete travel plans got me thinking — what shithole places should I visit in…