Morocco was one of the first places I ever travelled to. When I arrived in Marrakesh I didn't know what hit me. Scooters hooting and constantly trying to get past me. Navigating narrow streets to try and find our riad. Stray cats everywhere. It was crazy. And it was probably what triggered my travel bug. The markets were so incredible. The main square with its snake charmers and dentists practicing out in the open. Freshly squeezed orange juice. The tagines. The constant stream of smoke rising above the food stalls. The incredible hammam massage. The colours and smells of the market. The spices. The mint tea. Memories etched in my brain... until the next time.