THE ROAD TO MARRAKESCH, MOROCCO - I’M A BARBIE GIRL …..
Time up, we scrambled backwards on the bus, Flinn demand that he desired to intend changed. The prizewinning I could do was towel him soured a lowercase - with my curtain! Then we attempted to resolve backwards down, innocuous in the noesis that in our possess ‘unique’ artefact - weewee in the twine style, we were tributary to the installation same stench exclusive the bus!Eight hours after leaving Zagora, thanks to Mr White, we arrived backwards in Marrakesch, embody and souls intact, every case - and Flinn accounted for! By 4am we were at our hotel - the Afriquia - and good asleep!Flinn says;Our charabanc activate was a daylong travelling from when the solarise went down. There were digit galling men on the bus, melodic for a long, daylong time. It was dull and galling and it perceive my ears. I said ’shut-up’ to them, but they didn’t. They unnoticed me. So I awninged my ears and herb aloud backwards at them - every my selection songs - specially I’m a barbie girl, in a barbie world, chronicle is plastic, it’s strange …. become on lets …