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Another hundred year gap between posts, which I'm sure you family are used to. Back in Morocco still. Pretty chilled out time for the next couple days, we pretty much just shopped, sunbathed, ate and slept. Which was awesome. The heat there is all dry and some days we would go up to the roof terrace at like 10am and it would be scorchers already, but not unbearable, and then the breeze and somehow the silence (which is crazy as as soon as you go outside the riad its like wjkbfas;djkbsdfb). Then swimming in the pool, that was fun. Then walking down to the markets and literally getting lost walking through the souk, and at one point using the setting sun to get a general direction of where we should be heading hahaha.

And then there was the day we used the other part of our booking...the hammam and massage. Now, I didn't have any ideas, hints or really just hadn't thought about what hammam was before. I think I assumed it was a style of massage like Thai or Swiss or deep tissue. Oh no, no, no, no, how wrong I was. How. Wrong. I. Was. I'll spare the awkward details, but in short, after an ah-mazing dimly lit scented candle type massage (which actually sounds predatary/mills and boon to write haha) the lady was like, yeah come this way now. I'm like ah, only got undies on. Come come she says. Small shreds of dignity dropping off with every step, and mashing my arms across my chest like a straight jacket, I get ushered into this small steamy (very moroccan themed) sauna and lo-and-behold, theres my mum. Hey, nice undies ma. UHM NOT. I know this makes me sound like a priss and yes bodies are bodies and we should all run around naked and be free loving hippies or whatever, but I'm still like

OKMUMLETSSHUTOUREYESANDNOTOPENTHEMTILLSHESAYSSHESDONEANDWECANGOOKOKOK??? 

Hahaha. And THEN! THEN! Then the lady who also brought me the best mint tea and made my bed, showered me. Like exfoliated. Washed with some black sticky stuff. washed with some nice smelling stuff. She even did my hair. She was probably like WTF look at these two. She was explaining to me the Moroccan women all go together and do this once a...week? Month? I can't really remember, she laughed also and said, but we usually do ourselves mostly, and I'm thinkin hey lady I'd love to be showering myself right now but ya know, you started this! Anyway. I came out of there squeaky clean and smooth as silk so whatever. Felt like a facelift and I'm only 26. I've done it. Won't be delving into that ever again tho. What an experience.

Another of the days we decided to do the tourist trap thing and get a horse and cart from the main square. I'm sure you can get them for cheap as chips but we were like right lets just go. First stop horse drink. He took us all around different mosques and the kasbah and out to some gardens, the Agdal Gardens which is the place with the big lake thing and the funny picture of me and mum up top there. There were massive koi in there and you could buy bread to throw in, and they'd go crazy for it. It was pretty fun, clip cloppin away. How old am I, 5? On the way back he said oh I'll take you past a spice shop, which is like the Moroccan equivalent of the Thai 'Gem market' but we went, and even got some sweet stuff hahaha. one of them things I always see in London in shops is that Argan hair oil. Or Moroccan hair oil, and it's always really expensive, so it was good to pick up some of that cheap and OMG actually in Morocco. Lets just hope it wasn't imported from China eh ;) Mum got some traditional eyeliner, which by the way, do you use?? And also some of that black tar stuff that makes your skin feel awesome. Then back to our horse man, and back to town.