That’s me. That’s the street, alley, path, walkway, or whatever you want to call it that leads to the hostel where we stayed. The hostel was actually at the end behind me. It was a dead-end. There were no cars that were going to drive down this lane. We rarely saw anyone that wasn’t coming or going to the hostel. Street noise was virtually non-existent. The place was so hard to find we had to pay someone to take us there. Luckily, they only wanted 10 dirhams or $1.25. Strangely enough, that’s how a lot of young people make money in Marrakesh. They take tourists places. The charge the tourists for taking Continue reading →