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oioi there

Greetings from the hardcore crew (Lily Poj Bird) in Amsterdam, the City of SIN. So far we've been to a Sex shoppe, a strip club (many a Buush-esque shenanigans), a couple of prostitutes provided thoughtfully by the hostel but thats about it. Everything is rather expensive io;herghiorjnm blah alcohol.

Still awaiting the joys of a "'coffee'" shop (hoHO!) but should be going once we've done ths boring waste of time that no one ever reads..hint hint....

...werd...

Now for a semi-structured rewind of our adventures/escapades...

Morocco - rather hot, lots of annoying buggrs selling you stuff, and now ive got to stop being so negative (thanks lily) it was actually pretty fantastic, Marrakesh square (jmena al fna) right next to our hostel with our rooftop beds overlooking it, was amazing. Shopped too much but cos of the cheapness (after a LOT of haggling) very reasonable worth it, mainly bangles and camel skin bags which are V. old skool. Hotel Ali where we stayed (duh) was broken but buff in that charming third world way - beautiful tiling, very very cheap (five quid a night including amazing buffet dinner and breakfast) and hordes of overly clad women cleaning constantly - and when i say overclad, i mean full socks, tights, gloves and occasionally headscarves in 40 degree temperatures. Woken up, or sent to bed by call to prayer at pre-dawn (Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh Ackbar) which was very cultural in that middle class way of ours. Furthermore the claims from Lonely Planet that Moroccans were a) generous and b) broke spontanously into song every ten minutes are, quites frankly, bullshit.

Cáscades d'uzoud - big waterfalls - were pretty phat, had a strange guide who tried it on with Shophie but who was otherwise pretty nice (fucking expensive though) , especailly after the heat of Marrakesh. Alex almost died of some strange, possibly heat related disease but struggled through it with the help of a Flemish SAS Field Medic.

Asilah - a more upmarket touristy town on the Atlantic coast was very relaxing and picturesque with very clean and well kept town although Lonely Planet - LIES - Paradise beach is nweither 3km away nor paradise in any sense of the word unless you're a fan of black plastic bags gently floating past on the sea breeze.

Spain!

Granada - we didnt go to the big Alhambra which everyone else in Granada went to, cos of our late night out on the town: went to an amzing spanish reggae haunt with 'buffness' all around and silly music (in a good way). Sophie met a nice Italian man whoes name we can only approximate to ''Pascale'' and we also met a nice dog we christened stevie (wonder). In the day time we walked around and looked at nice things. They were pretty.
The 3 Gals decided to weigh themselves down further by putting bits of metal inside themselves. Lily now has a cosmic zit on her nose while alex and sophie have varietes of ear piercings. Not painful apparently.

post-Granada we headed north to Lilys house in Luc near Narbonne but first we had to battle the shiteness of Spains transport infrastructure which left us stranded in Madrid (officially the shite-est capital city i've been to unles you're a fan of Fascist architecture) for a day which had been preceded by no sleep at all so we played at zombies in the local park and got chatted up by some yankinese mormon missionaries who were actually very nice, if absolute nutters.

Lilys house was a great pitstop, we washed our clothes and slept on beds and ate things we'd cooked instead of messy things scraped from bins onto bread in dodgy trains. Alex and Toby ran away to get their results and we got up to amsterdam today via Paris where we left Sophie to hop on a Eurostar.

thats all crew, Alex, Toby and Sophie return tommorow evening whence we will commence our journey southward to Italy.

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tara