ON THE NORTH WEST TIP of Africa, Morocco is a land of vast contrasts, of snow capped mountains (sorry, Band Aid) viewed from the Sahara, of multi-cultural, multi-ethnic ancient cities, with some connection to Led Zeplin. Place names evoke wonder – Marrakesh, Fez, Atlas, Tangiers.
Some rave about it, returning year after year.
I thought it was alright. Good even. The bazaars were eye-opening, the desert vast. It was where I came to appreciate the olive and Ramadan, and yet I am in no hurry to go back.