When someone gets married in this world, you’re on a plane to Europe; and after thousands of miles, it generally makes sense to explore the surrounding area.
While I’d like to say this adventure was all to be about surfing anchor point and four wheel driving down the western Sahara coast… its not. With the ankle still in rehab, surfing remains limited at best. But nothing really matters… apparently Morocco has more to understand than just waves… and I’m curious to see what its all about.
But first…. one must get to the Australian embassy in Denpasar and apply for that emergency passport to replace the one recently stolen with just 48 hrs left before that non-refundable ticket departs.