Arriving back in hot and crowded Marrakech and its crazy traffic was a shock after the comparative quiet and cool of Essouira. Crossing roads here involves saying a prayer and stepping off the curb with teeth clenched, waiting for impact, as scooters, cars, buses and horse drawn carriages weave in and out of your path. We have already seen one motorcyclist bowled off his bike by a taxi as both vehicles attempted to take the same gap. Happily, metropolitan Marra...
Travel with my dentist: a mouthful of Europe
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We departed from the height of civilisation in London,flew 3.5 hours south, and arrived in Africa. As always, our Eastjet flight was an experience. Frenzied fellow travellers urgently trying to secure their "rightful" share of overhead locker space and a desirable seat on the plane. Dale and I avoided the first crushing scramble and managed to find seats together halfway down the plane. After the rigid security at Gatwick airport, stepping off the plane onto th...