Derek's Travel Blog

I just realized that, on our trip, everyone's camel had a name but mine!  Clyde's was "white", Michaelswas "Purple" (though we called it "Lavender") and Alan's was "blue".  Mine did not seem to have a Name.

She was however pregnant and you have NO idea how wide you have to splay your legs  open to straggle a pregnant camel. I'm still stretched in places I  did not know I had places to stretch.

The return to Marrakech was back through the crazy twisty Atlas mountains.

In several places the side railings to the gorge below were missing and I refused to peer any further to see why.

On our last night, the boys took me out for a "quiet" pre-birthday dinner that turned into a FULL ON belly-dancing show and these old Moroccan women with trays of lit candels on their heads.

I have pics.

Clyde, with not so fond memories of a flaming tray of deserts falling on him in Turkey, looked visibilly tense and did not move much through the performance.

I'm finally in the Marrakech airport and sadly starting my journey home. The pushy little Spanish woman tried to shove in front of me at the check-in  is only a reminder of the fact that the vacation is over.  Here is an actual pic of the Marrakech Airport from the Sex and the City 2 movie... pretty!