The time i got high on sleeping pills and a born again Christian tried to convert me in Marrakesh, Morocco.
href=”http://www.bridget.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/20120803-012400.jpg”> With a cup of pasta for the road and a whole heap of hugs, i left Lisbon to head towards Seville in the south of Spain. Tom, a cheeky surfer from Byron Bay was catching the same bus as me but i was getting off earlier, he was taking it the whole 12 hours to Algericas where, if you find yourself sick of Europe, you can catch a ferry for an hour and you’re in Morrocco. Tom has a smile like an American’s arse-…