Golden brown
February 21, 2013
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.
Enter Morocco.
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.
Lets see…
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…the adventure begins before you depart.
So true John… especially in this joint..
The adventure begins trying to get to the airport
Let the queuing begin…
anyway, if you’re going to taghazout, visit panorama restaurant and say hello to my boyfriend salah
I’m jealous right now! 
but I hope I can go in april…
Thanks for the tip Steph…
Morocco eh, Ginsberg and Kerouac footprints, high altitude kief in bags on donkeys .. a man could do worse. Time travel back to 1965 is still possible in some of those high-celinged rooms in Tangiers, but you will need a guide.
Figured on some interest from bowes.com… The desert bear shall howl eternity beneath the sheltering sky..