I was still in Madrid and already it felt like the developing world. Almost everyone on the bus was shouting in fast, throaty Spanish or Arabic, I couldn’t tell. They were pushing and yelling at each other, and especially at the bus driver. A Moroccan girl in front of me, Bouchra, explained in Spanish that we were overbooked. Then, throughout the nightlong ride south, she and a few others in… Continue reading: Morocco | 5 Comments
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