Living here in Europe, I’ve become quite the victim of spontaneous purchases. Sometimes it’ll be a train ticket here or there, maybe a nice shirt when I’m out shopping… Other times, I seem to lose my mind and do crazy things, as I recently did when I got myself a shiny plane ticket bound for Morocco. After all, there was a RyanAir seat sale! It would have been irresponsible for me not to. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. Fast forward to the end of January, and there I was in a plane over the Sahara, with the biggest, dorkiest smile on my face. Stepping off the plane onto the tarmac, I became a giddy mess. Morocco has been one of my dream trips for so long and here it was: “MARRAKECH MENARA”, before my eyes in giant block letters. It hit me right then… Guys, I was in Africa. Could life get any better? We cleared customs rather quickly and soon found ourselves in a cushy shuttle, en route to ...