How embarassing, how unfortunate, how shameful; yesterday, I ate a salad at McDonald's. I hang my head. I was however, left with very little option as we waited for our overnight train from Tangier to Marrakech, Morocco. Please don't hold it against me.
My McDonald's meal.
My McDonald's meal.
Aside from supporting North American capitalism, all is well. I am now in Marrakech, Morocco and about to embark on some travels through the medina. Finding our hostel was an incredible feat amid the souqs, donkeys, mopeds, and of course, people. Thankfully, my limited knowledge of the french language was enough to get by and we arrived safely, a bit tired and overheated, but safely.
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