Thank you Morocco

After yet another bus ride, it is the night train from Marrakech to Tanger that awaits us. We invest a bit more in the tickets and get ourselves beds instead of seats.

We get on board, the night falls rapidly. I end up sitting on the sticky floor at the back of the very last wagon, right by the toilet door, feeling ever so soft, feeling like a happy traveller. The train is traversing the desert already and I watch how the railway draws a line into the sand. We are a few nights away from the full moon and the landscape is shining. As I sit there, I can see the moon above us and still, in the horizon, the twinkling lights of Marrakech. Junior is sitting next to me and we both got this stupid big fat smile on our faces, a smile that reflects the general awesomeness of our Moroccan times.

The next morning we're in Tanger again, just a boat trip away from Spain. Time to go.

Thank you Morocco, thank you Twin, thank you Junior. Thank you universe!