‘Let’s go to Marrakesh’ my beloved said. ‘It will be fun’ he announced. It was about as fun as diarrhoea, which luckily, was one thing I didn’t have to endure on this traumatic trip! They say ‘You get what you pay for’. At £147 each for four nights including flights, there was never a truerContinue reading “Born in Newcastle, Broken in Marrakesh”