The GCW Tour, Spain & Morocco: Out of Africa

Well, we survived angry monkeys, giant bugs, petty cons, non-existent street signs, piss poor maps, the presence of the king which closed down a number of tourist destinations, mystery meat, upset stomach and a summer cold, so we have just one more potential hurdle to overcome -- Royal Maroc Airlines -- before we're back in Spain where the only thing we have to worry about is getting gored by a bull, or, in the niece's case, getting hit on by a drunk. 

Glad we saw Morocco. Glad we were able to step foot on Africa. Wished we'd been able to manage a tour to the Sahara. But even without a trip to the Sand dunes, I think I'll be moving Morocco to the "been there, done that" category. There are a lot of other places I need to get to before I'd bother coming back to Morocco. 

After all, they don't have elephants here. The next time I come to Africa, I want to see elephants. 

And giraffes. Giraffes are good, too. 

And lions.

Rhinoceroses...