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I recently wrote about my time back in 2017 when I was 22 years of age. I spent 10 days hitchhiking across Morocco from one side to other. Along my way through Morocco I had to rely completely on chance and trust to manoeuvre my way through the unbounded territory. I was able to witness another side of Morocco and its simple yet rich culture. I was able to ride long distance with locals and break bread on Ramadan with a family who I'd never met before walking into their house. I would also like to clarify that this story also comes along with shots of film* This is the introduction to my story: - Just for the record I never intended on hitchhing through Morocco. I met my so called travel mentor, Jose at a hostel in Chefcheoune, the blue city of Morocco. Jose is a 44 year old ex veteran for the United States Army Sky Diving team. Up to the time I had met him, he had been travelling for 4 years, occasionally he would visit home for 2 months at a time and soon would get right back on the road. Over a few joints of pure moroccan hash he went into further detail about his extraordinary travel stories. As we continued puffing into the night I was in completely infatuated by Jose’s adventures, from hitchhiking through Central America, spending time with local indigenous families in Mexico and injuring himself severely whilst attempting to climb mount Everest. Each story was infinitely better than any other story I had heard before. All I could think was “fuck… I want to be in this guys stories”. I had no fixed plans for Morocco, all I knew was that wanted to see the Sahara and Marrakesh - I had 10 days before flying to London. Late into the night I mentioned to Jose that I was heading south towards Fes tomorrow morning and Jose had no set plans either and was willing to join. More so I was willing to join Jose. We set off early the next day to the bus station to find a cheap ride into Fes. All buses were full and we had no rides for the day. It was the middle of fucking June, blistering hot & Jose looks over to me & asks me if I’m willing to hitchhike to Fes - f u c k yes I wanted to hitchhike I didn’t even hesitate. Now I know what you're thinking, hitchhiking in Morocco? - Why would you do such a silly thing? Look If you were in my position and you had met this interesting gentleman & you had heard all the wild stories he had shared, believe me you would have done the same thing - I hope at least. Now you’re also thinking what if the stories were made up? Personally I trust my intuition and my assessment of people - so it only felt natural to follow my gut. We walked out of the bus station stuck our thumbs out and within 10 minutes a car had stopped. Jose quickly conversed with the young driver with a few strong hand signals - most of our conversation in Morocco looked like a game of charades. We wanted to head towards Fes which was directly south....