Morocco

According to my journal, there are several terms that correspond with the Moroccan experience.
- Smelling piss
- Seeing cats
- Seeing a lot of skanky looking cats
- A camel head dinner
- Old women missing eyes

Morocco is a place you need to spend 10 days in. This is because 5 out of the 10 days you will be toilet painting. Once you've got that sorted and out of the way, Morocco is pure amazement.
Conditionally, the people are so kind in giving you private tours of their tanneries and endless carpet selections. I say conditionally because if you don't buy their 15,000 dirham carpet, all of a sudden you find yourself rushing to find the exit as booming french foulness is shouted after you.
The Moroccan tanneries are considered one of their greatest attractions. For those of you that don't know what the hell a tannery is, well, here is an image and a definition for you my dears:

Image:

Definition:  A facility where the tanning process is applied to hides to produce leather.

I don't know if you want to know but I'm going to tell you anyway that to make the hides nice and supple a pungent mixture of pigeon poop, acids, and cow urine is used. Not to mention that the mixture is stirred by the bare legs and feet of local men. The hides are most usually used to make slippers, bags, and coats, but the excess strands are used to make bracelets. It was one of these urine/poop-processed bracelets that I gave to my boyfriend as a romantic gesture.

Here are some images from Moroccoland:

There you have it, folks! :)

Been a long time, been a long long time

How are my non-existent followers ey?!

I dunno if I deserve any followers though, I haven't posted in.... 5 months! However, I have had my odd achievement here and there. For instance, I've become a full-fledged Englerican (I just invented this terminology on the spot and am adding it to my computer's dictionary). That's not to say that there are many of us Englericans out there, but I'm sure that of the few of them, I must be in the upper percentile. Let me justify the hamming up of myself: how many people take on two lives at once?
Umm, well I've just googled it and apparently it takes about a week for the Blood and Tissue Center of central Texas to enter donation points. So that answers that for you.
What I'm trying to say is that leaving a home, friends, and educational system to experience something completely new in all these areas is as difficult as nailing jelly to a tree. < If you're worried, that is an idiom, but I have intentions to try this... I just think I've got things down now because I've come across a peace of mind having to do with my dual nationality.
Yeah okay, dude, I hear you. I'll hush about myself and get on with something that's actually interesting in a separate post. Like Morocco!!