(Not Quite) Rocking the Kasbah

I’ve wanted to go to Morocco for years, but always hesitated booking until last Christmas, however luck it seems was not on my side as I was snowed in.

I think perhaps it was meant to be as I got to go this October with the boy – a good thing as I really don’t think I would have coped on me own. My vision of Marrakech was that it was a laid back, relaxed hippy destination. What a shock to my system it was!

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).