Chefchaouen, Morocco: wet dream of every Instagram whore

The Asian-American flashpacker marvels at what he sees from the window. He looks astounded. “Hmm, the men seemingly dress like in Iran, in long trousers and with shoes.”

His gaze goes down towards his own outfit — shorts and flip-flops. Just minutes ago, he was bragging about the “dangerous” countries he had already visited on this trip – Iran! Jordan! Muslims! – but now he does not realise that Morocco is also a Muslim country.”

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