We lost count of the number of “WT!! I can’t believe this! How could this have been built?” moments we had on this trip. We were completely overwhelmed—utterly gobsmacked—maybe even flirting with Stendhal syndrome , all while weaving through the ever-present tourist crowds following a small pink pony dangling from a pointer held high by our tour guide. Yes, we even teared up at one point. And rightfully so, the scale alone is emotional. Everyone should see the wonders of this

If the Sahara Desert was dessert, then Marrakech was the digestif - or multiple digestifs - as we finished our travels with a mix of...

Erik loved the “dad joke” and Robert couldn’t resist the food reference so here we are, writing about wind-whipped peaks and sand banks resembling the most perfect Christmas pavlova on one of our last stops of this epic adventure. We flew into Morocco and after a couple of nights to acclimate (as best we could in this manic place), we were swept away by Kamal from Your Morocco Tours for an eight-hour trip through the Atlas Mountains into the desert. After months of ordering t