“La,” a middle-aged woman in a colourful hijab resolutely shakes her head while pointing at my bra. “What’s wrong with it?” I ask, confused. “La.” I am fairly certain I was told to undress to my underwear before entering a Moroccan hammam. But the air...
Try to picture me on a typical Saturday. Me, the travel blogger who floods your newsfeed with colourful photos of cities whose names you cannot pronounce. Me, the globetrotter whose passport reads like a Risk manual. Me, the world conqueror. What do you see? Do you...
Have you ever taken a two-hour bus ride in the scorching North African heat to spend a night in a stranger's house? Well, I have and it was the highlight of my trip to Morocco. I feel as though I should elaborate a bit. My friend...