So, it's my last night in Morocco. And what am I doing? Sitting in the internet cafe with the rest of the pervs. Seriously, everyone just sits around watching porn here. The latest and greatest is a free site where you can talk to live Asian girls via webcam. But it's so low-budget and disgusting - all of the girls sit in the same bed with keyboards between their legs. Did I mention they're not cute - clearly, a sign that they've been sold by their families into some internet smut ring. But the Moroccan's dig them. But then again, the Moroccans dig anything. Male, female, fat, old, bald, ugly - it's got a hole? Yeah, I'll hit that. I'm serious - I've conducted a survey.
Also. Grown men really like to share computers here. One just sits and watches while the other chats to his friends on MSN Messenger. Like seriously, do you nothing better to do than hold your buddy's dick while he chats to hot girls. The two guys next to me are looking at their friends blog - basically its just pictures of all their male friends topless and hugging each other. I wish I could've gotten the name of the website before they closed the window.
I can't say my farewell to Morocco is going to be a tear-y one. I like Morocco, but working really put a damper on the whole thing. My last group was absolutely horrendous and caused me to considering committing suicide on an hourly basis. But I did have a few fierce groups that made several of my two-week blocks pleasureable. And! I've gotten to live abroad for 18 months, see some fab countries, meet some fab people, and get paid for it. So, I've achieved one of my life goals.
Okay, back to being bitchy.
My latest adventure (sans group) was my ascent up Mt. Toubkal. Mt. Toubkal is the highest mountain in North Africa - and just so happens to be in Morocco.
In a nutshell, it was a horrendous experience. Yes, there was lots of walking and nice scenery - two things that I enjoy. But it also involved trugging throw snow with socks on my hands - socks, of which, that I had accidentally stepped into a public squat toilet with. 100mph winds that had me holding onto loose rocks for dear life. Thin air that made me huff and puff like an obese, chain-smoker. Rivers that had turned to skating rinks. It was all very, very desperate.
I did take a million pictures of me on top with a dorky sign that I made. I figured I have so many pictures of me on top of tall things that when all the botox has leaked into my brain, I'll be unable to decipher the photos. Plus, this is the last mountain I'm ever climbing, so I had to document it.
I was supposed to have a date tonight. But I turned my phone off because my chicken lunch isn't sitting in my stomach very well, I've been running around all day (mailed 35kg worth of nonsense home - I'm still baffled at my ability to accumulate random stuff), I smell like I've been running around all day, and really, I'm not in the mood. I don't want to be hungover tomorrow and I'm fairly certain I'll do something that I'll regret in the a.m.
I'm off to Cairo in the afternoon. I'll be chilling at the mall for an entire day - watching movies, shopping for tight jeans, and eating ice cream. Then, I'll go to Dahab and visit my friend Laura, who made the mistake of moving there for her Egyptian boyfriend. I don't need to tell you what happened with that one. And I've got to pay my respects and pump some cash into the town - since they did just get blown up a few months ago. Then, I'll return to Cairo for some more mall-action with Siobhan. Siobhan's from South Africa - we call her Puffs because she's a mess. Girl brushes her curly hair after it's dried. We've had many heart-to-hearts about her frizzy situation, but she immediately represses it.
But before we part ways - just a random smattering of 'Hold my D' - esque pictures.
Maybe he wants to hold it. Yum.
Maybe he does. Troll!
Or maybe the gross Russian at the Roman ruins:
In front of the famous 'cock rocks':
Okay, I can almost understand this:
But, this would be what?
One of the many crazy kids roaming the country side.
So that's it. Ma'salama Maghrib!