Morocco p.II - The Place
A collection of my notes from my week in Morocco:
The wind was low, barely lifting grains of red sand over the dunes but it was just enough to make them shimmer against the deep sky that was somehow every shade of purple all at once.
I turned around and asked them to shut up. They thanked me later. [True story]
I rode a camel and it hurt my butt but he was nice and i called him Jimmy. (He might have been a girl.)
Cold open spaces somewhat resembling doors and rooms; no electricity; no heat. The kids run through the streets; prayer runs five times daily on a loud speaker. I’ve never seen humans happier than here, than without the weight of the West.
Secret code 9298
kwild is a joke that I enjoy telling everyone.
Jamaal the berber souk near the spice souk, souk souk
note to self, ??? [real note]
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