Marrakech

I took an excursion to Marrakech, Morocco for a long weekend with the women from a club I joined shortly after moving to Amsterdam. Within hours after arriving in Marrakech, I found myself naked in a traditional Hammam with four of my fellow travel companions while surly Moroccan ladies scrubbed, oiled, and threw water at us.

It was a surprise to all of us and absolutely not what we were expecting, (I felt the need to apologize to my travel companions for not taking the appropriate grooming steps one might expect when spending several hours in close proximity to each other’s nether regions) but after the initial shock we were laughing over the absurdity of the situation. At one point a Moroccan lady was holding my arm over my head and scrubbing my armpit while my boobs swang wildly to and fro as I sat across from my fellow mud-covered, naked travel companions who were all being assaulted in some similar way and I exclaimed “I really feel like I’m getting to know you ladies!”

The rest of the weekend was equally colorful and full of adventure. We stayed in a beautiful Riad, visited the Yves Saint Laurent gardens, hiked in the Atlas mountains, and participated in a tea ceremony, learned to bake bread in a clay oven, and visited the Souk.

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