Anyway, I've posted the pictures chronologically backwards so that the first one you see is actually the last one I took. I also failed to be terribly selective in my choice of posted photos. I went with the quantity over quality rule. What can I say? No self-restraint.
Perhaps I had best give you a brief overview, a little guided tour:
The top pictures are all taken in the High Atlas Mountains where I spent 5 days hiking in the Toubkal (highest peak in Africa) region near the town of Imlil. Meg, Cael, and I spent 4 days hiking from town to town with a guide, Mohammed, a muleteer, Abdul, and, of course, a mule. It was pretty incredible especially since I had been suffocating a bit in Paris and needed a dose of mountain-hiking. Mohammed and Abdul were great, and we spoke a lot of french with them, we cooked with them and ate with them and played cards with them and generally had a too-fun time. It was probably my favourite part of the trip. In the pictrures I have posted you can see us drinking tea on a mountain and there is also a photo of the unsavory quantity of sugar that was packed with us for our tea. We must have consumed that sickly-sweet mint tea at least 6 times per day. No jokes. It became the butt of many travel-giddy jokes.
Further down are photos taken in our first couple of days in Marrakech, one of Morocco's Imperial Cities, and the place we all flew in to. There are a couple pictures of cats in there, but they don't really give you the sense of how overrun that city was by the lovely vermin. They were absolutely everywhere in Morocco. They ruled that place. For stray beasts they were very friendly, and, in fact, I did not encounter one nasty feline in all my time there. We liked the "disease-cats." The pictures of Marrakech are taken in the Souks (or Markets) of the old city, on the main drag -- Ave. Mohammed V --, in the main square, or from the roof of our first hostel.