Sex in the Sahara

Recently, the boy and I took our first holiday together. And we survived.
Whilst I love to travel, I’m also rather hard work. I have a fear of flying, I’m paranoid at being late, and I need a plan. You can therefore imagine my trepidation about subjecting my man to this side of me, especially as he sees me as easy-going laidback adventurer (where he got this impression I do not know).
But, my fears were unfounded. He was patient and tolerant with me and we had the most amazing trip around Morocco.

Culturally, Morocco came as a bit of a shock to my system, which I’ll blog about separately. But for romance, I’m not sure you can beat climbing a 300 metre high sand dune, watching the sunset over the Sahara desert with someone who loves you.

But then, we checked into the 5 Star Sofitel Marrakech, to find not only an amazing king size bed with the softest sheets imaginable (I wish I could say we made good use of them, but it was so comfortable that the instant my head hit the pillow I was snoring), Bose sound system and lounging bed on the verandah – but rose petals scattered over the bathroom. Sigh, romantic luxury is definitely something that this girl could get used to.

Holiday’s can often cause arguments with couples, but for us, I feel it only brought us closer. You definitely know you love someone when you still want a cuddle after an 8 hour bus trip on top of 3 days camping in the desert with no showers, questionable toilet facilities and a dodgy tummy.