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I have no idea why I wanted to go to Morocco. I guess it always tinged with the exotic, and Casablanca itself had an air of intrigue via the old black and white movie. I imagined the place before I had been there - the palm trees, the kasbahs, the souks, the rugs, the Sahara and Atlas mountains. But it far surpassed all of my expectations. After living in the UK for a few years - those dark and claustrophobic valleys, espec in winter - the vibrant light of Maroc fed my soul. I literally cried with joy - the light was Australian. It's really colourful - like India is colourful - the noise, the people, the food - I just loved it. And spending a night in the desert under the stars - that was next level.