After the first burst of acceleration, my hands moved further forwards and I began to wonder where they were placed. Am I holding his crotch? I wondered. I moved my hands back slowly towards his waist and slipped them around again. Does he think I’m feeling him up? I tried keeping my fingers still, but they wiggled as if they had a mind of their own.
Do you want to see the world? Iohan Gueorguiev (Bike Wanderer) did. This documentary follows his bike ride from the shore of the Arctic Ocean (Northwest Territories, Canada) to British Columbia (Canada)and makes compulsive viewing. I hardly ever use the word ‘Awesome’. This time it’s all I can say.
Safely across and buzzing from the rush, I walked for a while. My legs in disco mode, shaking unstoppably. It wasn’t long till there was another river, shallower, narrower and easier to cross than the first.
To tell you the truth, I’m not sure if I wanted one or not, but I always feel a bit apprehensive before setting out on a ride that takes me into the hunger zone, which for me is about two hours. Interestingly, there are thousands of shops and cafes in Morocco, probably tens of thousands, maybe even millions and they’re scattered all over the place. Yet still, I have a fear of starvation,
There is nowhere like Jemaa el Fna square in Morocco. It might even be safe to say that there is nowhere like it in the world! And it’s at night that it comes alive. Storytellers, musicians, henna artists, cigarette and tissue sellers, fortune tellers and a man wearing a brown and cream striped djelaba, demonstrating how pink sparkly fairy wings should be worn.
Then I go and clean up and treat myself to a porridge facial, dye my eyelashes (so I don’t have to carry mascara). Just in case you don’t know, we’re off to Morocco where the women don’t let the grass grow, so I’ve dealt with my lady garden in the appropriate manner.