5 days in transit and one cold shower later:

5 stars to Qatar Airlines, and your beef curry. Your flight provided the most luxury we've had in 2 months.

We've found ourselves in the middle step between India and the West, where sit down toilets abound but TP is still an anomaly. This halfway combination makes for an awakward pause, a shimmy and a search for the antibacterial (thanks moms). Nevertheless, we still refuse to buy toilet paper or pay the extra 6 durham for a hot shower.

Speaking durham: while prices are numerically equivalent it costs us five times as much in terms of the dollar as it did in India. For this reason we will be leaving the cosmopolitan, but beautiful, Marrakech (were a coke cost us 3 dollars) for seaside Essouiara tomorrow. We take the bus after a glorious victory over the swindling bus-ticket vendor, having discovered that good cop/bad cop is an effective method of barganing and intimidation. To everyones great surprise, especially Genna's, Leigh is the good cop- in three different languages no less.

Our proximity to both Spain and Easter (Semana Santa) is apparent by the millions of milling Spaniards in the magnificent Medina. Thanks to our new friends, five of these "spring breakers," we now have five places to crash in Spain. While they may walk painstakingly slower than our hurried American gait, we're pretty sure we wont be able to keep pace with their partying. Not that we won't give it our best.

We'll catch up later with more observations after we've eaten grilled fish straight from the ocean and enjoyed the breeze of the Moroccan coast. Life sure is hard, sigh...