Born in Newcastle, Broken in Marrakesh

‘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”