Only six days left before the trip to Morocco. I’m very anxious for it. So anxious in fact, that I keep reading everything I possibly can on the various destinations, planning in my head what we’re going to do and when. This weekend I bought 54$ worth of Imodium, water purification tablets, alcohol swabs, bug repellent, etc. We also rented The Sheltering Sky (Un Thé au Sahara), and spent yesterday evening poring over maps and train timetables. This morning I booked hotels in Rabat, Meknès and Fez.

I do this because I’m so looking forward to it. The nagging problem in the back of my mind is, the more of the trip I prepare, the less of an unplanned adventure the journey will end up being. On the other hand, I’m bouncing off the walls and I can’t help but find out exactly at what time our train from Fez to Marrakech is leaving, and how much I can expect to pay for an overnight camel rental in Ouarzazate.

I keep reminding myself that I survived months in Indonesia alone without a single reservation, before there really was an Internet to speak of, before I could really read ahead. That was the greatest adventure of my life. And when I lost my traveller’s cheques in the backcountry of Bali, and had to survive penniless for a week, well, that was living!

That’s it. No more booking ahead. It’s going to be such a looooong week…

(image from matchtours)