10:42 Morocco Time /3:42 a.m. Denver Time

Our flight into Morocco was uneventful aside from some landing turbulence that could rival Denver on some days. Once in, I was hesitant about immigration due to our lack of pupose in being there, but the officer asked two questions and seemed not to care what our answers were before stamping our passports and letting us through. Once there, it
was a little confusing what our next step was, mostly because everything is is Arabic and French, languages neither of us know very well.

But we figured out enough to call our host, Youssef, and figured out the train to get to his place. We rode the train to Ain Sebaa, which was the last stop available from the airport. On the train, a couple sat next to us and asked if we could speak English or Spanish. After declaring our nationlity, we found out we were both from Colorado. They were a Spanish, or maybe Portuguese, couple living in Colorado Springs. Convenient, and comforting.

Once at Ain Sebaa, we called Yossef again and told to wait while we came. When he arrived, we hopped in a Petit Taxi to a cafe where his brother and friend were drinking mint tea (HA-chey) and eating patisseries. We agreed to stay with them via couchsurfing, knowing they did not know much English nor we their languages, and our correspondances turned out much the way I thought they would. It's a bit of a struggle, but we still manage to understand eachother's humor and some basic questions. They are very fun to be around and determined to show us a good time while here. We have one more night to stay and then tomorrow off to a new land.

The only problem with the lack of communication is we need to learn more complicated subject-matter about where we are and how to live here for a long period of time. I imagine with our short time, we might stay at a hostel for our next place and figure out more couch surfing hosts later to talk about the environment more.

Last night was a successful first time in Morocco, though. After two confusing taxi rides cramped with five people in a car meant to seat four, we arrived near the center of town and attempted a bar. It was only just before 10pm though and the place was deserted. Later we find out Ramadan is about to occur and a lot of people begin practice before the
official start time. However, we try another bar where there is live music and only two other people. Finally around 11pm things start picking up and the music also gets more lively. A group of girls are seated nearby and quickly get a hookah which perk up my interests more. Sure enough, after my trip to the bathroom, our table too has a hookah. Hooray! This was seriously the most ridiculously smooth hookah I have ever tasted. It was air with a slight licorice flavor. The entire night it never got harsh and I was worried about the amount I was inhaling because I couldn't even notice when I was doing so it was so smooth. The music was choice and reminded me of a group I listen to Cairo Trip Hop Underground and mixed with some Cheb Mami vocals. All the songs played seemed to be local favorites and there was something for everyone as every table there was dancing at one point or another. Youssef and his brother and friend got up several times to dance both boy styles and silly girl styles and even got Jake up there to wiggle around a bit. The whole night was filled with laughter and great company.

We took some pictures and video andd then later told it was "forbidden" but I believe just frowned upon because they did not seem to care too much. So Jake hopes to finish his first little video today and I hope to link it to you guys soon!

Au revoir!

12:09 London time / 5:09a.m. Denver time

Sitting in the airport now, waiting for the flight to Casablanca (or Casa as they like to call
it). We're a little too early and they haven't got our flight up as to which gate it leaves out of.
Strange.

Yesterday we left Bristol and stayed a night in London. Jake had a friend there as well, but she
was booked with out-of-towners so we decided to book a hostel. It was pretty nice and relatively
cheap and still close to all the neat places to visit.We put our stuff down and immeditately hit
the town. We were interested in getting food, but thought we'd find something along the way.
Kensington Palace was a few blocks away so we headed there first, camera gear in tow. We
walked through the park to the palace, only to realize Jake had forgotten his tripod mount and
as we were going to do some stop-motion footage of my chest map, we needed to go back to
get it. We walked down the block next to ours and luckily too, because it was a street full of
restaurants. We wanted something quick and on-the-go so we decided on this little (and fairly
empty) deli. Inside was the most glorious cheap deli food I could ask for. Panini sandwiches and
baguettes of goodness. We saw they also had a choice selection of breakfast to choose from
as well and knew we'd be back before our flight today.

Also, I have spent so much goddamn money on espresso, it's not even funny. I'm more
determined than ever now to steal my dad's Aeropress I got him for his birthday and make
delicious coffee. Oh how I love the Europeans and their tastes.

So after our stop back at our room and a quick bite we headed to the same park but in the
direction of Buckingham Palace. The Princess Diana Memorial Walk was breathtaking and
impressive with how well-kept it is. Flawless flower garden and so beautifully done. The
palace wasn't a far walk and the weather was sunny and cool, so we decided to take our map
animation pictures in front with the famous Royal Guard in the background. I think Jake will
upload a video bit once we land in Casa, so I will link it here when he does.

We then decided to walk to the Thames and see Westminster Abby and Parlimant. I had
forgotten how ridiculously intricate those buildings are. I could never imagine trying to build
that thing hundreds of years ago. It was starting to get pretty chilly and there wasn't much else
nearby, so we headed back after looking for some postcards and Olympic 2012 souviners. I'm
so sad I won't be here to see my cousin Amanda compete this year, but hopefully I can travel to
wherever the Olympics are next time, because that would be awesome!! Hoopefully I'll be able
to catch her on the TV wherever I'm traveling to though...

Now I get to wait and sit in anxiety, wondering what our couchsurfing host will be like and
hoping more plans fall into place the 3 days we're staying there. We left our schedule
completely open and will pretty much decide our timeline once we're in Morocco. Hopefully
we won't be interrogated like we were when we landed in London because we really have no
idea what we're doing next! That probably won't look very good for us but I hope Moroccan
government doesn't totally hate on Americans. Plus I don't have a ton of cash on me... Hmm

Ok. More updates when we get settled in Casa tonight... Pics uploaded then too...

I've been having such a good time abroad, but when I go to write it down here, all I keep thinking is, "Do people really want to read about me walking around like this?" And then it's difficult to muster up the courage to write anything substantial. Plus I feel awkward for posting every day since when I finally get to Africa, the posts might be pretty sparse. It's going to look like my trip was entirely in England. Also, the fact that this isn't my first time out of the country, or England for that matter, I wonder if I sound a bit over-excited for everything? 

Also, I can't help but read what I'm writing in a British accent. Crikey!

So Jake and I have been having a lot of fun. We are staying with two girls he met in Argentina named Laura and Nicola. Also residing here are Nic's sister, Kate, and a friend Jack. We've all seem to get on really well and have just been exploring Bristol bit by bit, mostly through various pubs. Today we went to Clifford St to have fish and chips and also see the suspension bridge which is impressive but all-in-all fairly pointless from the sound of things. 

Afterward we of course went to a pub. The White Lion Pub which had Murphy's Stout extra cold that Jake and I were pretty fucking excited about. Huzzah! We were close to the bridge and had a nice view of it, the valley below, and the city center in the distance.


Then a walk back down to a main stretch of the city, called Whiteladies Road and went to another pub, of course.

However, today was Nic's birthday, so we were due back at the house to get ready to go out and celebrate. First a few presents and cards, and Jake and I were fortunate to come across the best set of birthday cards in Denver a few weeks back so we couldn't wait to use one! Someone should have a birthday soon so I can use another, they are pretty funny.

Nic likes bugs and snakes, so the roommate Jack made a special cake for her, which we were quite impressed with.

So we went out and had some cocktails and a nice meal with a handful of Nic's other friends, who were also really fun to hang out with. And afterward, we of course needed to top the night off with yet another pub. 

Tomorrow is more Bristol followed by a half day in London before we leave for Casablanca on the 30th. Our host who agreed has not written a reply, so I may check up on that tomorrow and hope we don't need to search again!

Pictures to end with and hopefully I'll be inspired to write better as time goes on...

This post isn't really like Top Gear, but all I seem to notice are cars lately and I have been watching all the Special Editions of Top Gear since they are my favorite episodes. So this post is just about cars.

Not surprising, the most popular cars here, and probably in this order are: Audi, Volkswagon, Mercedes, and BMW. But then after that, the most popular are ones not found in America: Peugeot, Vauxhall (which both logos remind me of Ferrari), and this german brand Citroen. 

Then there are some differences I notice. New Ford Focuses look like new Toyota Priuses for some reason. And most cars are smaller, euro-y versions of their American counterparts. 

My favorite cars are probably the ones that don't exist in America, like the Toyota Aygo (which I hope is pronounced EYE-go) and the Ford Ka, both are their versions of SmartCars, really. Which really makes me want the Toyota because shit, it's a reliable Toyota. There are a few VWs I wouldn't mind having either.

Okay, I honestly though I'd have more to say about cars here... what is wrong with me? Too overwhelmed, coming up short in writing...

13:01 London time (6:01am Denver time)

Writing this to publish later because the internet went out all the sudden! So I'm going to be a little short since I've been annoyingly trying to mess with it. I've also had to figure out where my phone decided to put my pictures and typing on a mac book super sucks (why do they place the keys the way they do? My fingers have to do more work. Idiot Apple).

Okay our trip so far:

Got to the airport at 4pm and checked a bag and made our way through security easily enough. We realized we hand't eaten since breakfast and were about to go on a 6hr followed by a 4hr long flight, so we inquired about food on the flight. Airlines suck now. They only offered food for purchase on IcelandAir and not even a bag of peanuts were free! I almost expected them to charge for a cup of water. No wonder they are all going bankrupt, nobody wants to fly anymore. Lame. So we bought something quick just before boarding and tried sleeping the entire flight so our schedules wouldn't be so messed up.

Off the plane in Iceland, the weather was considerably better and we only had an hour layover before our flight to London. Got another quick bite and waited only minutes before boring our second flight. I wasn't able to sleep more than an hour or two on the first flight and this one I watched a movie and didn't sleep at all on the second. By the time we got into London, it was 11:45am and I was determined to stay up until evening to schedule myself right. It wasn't difficult to stay up for a bit since we had to deal with immigration security and figure out our next step (how to get to Bristol). Security was more hairy than I remember. We were asked a ton of stupid questions and finally deemed non-dangerous enough to be stamped through. Whew.

Figured out the busses and after two bus rides to get to Bristol, we found out that they are completely lax with hopping on random busses that are not justified by the ticket you purchased, so for future reference, get whatever ticket you want and just get on whichever bus you want and let the bus driver where you intend to go and as long as it's not full, you'll be set.

After dozing off on the 2.5hr bus ride, we arrived in Bristol around 4:30pm. Jake calls his friends and we set up where to meet. Immediately drinks were had and continued throughout the evening, yay England!

Well, I intended on writing things more descriptively and fully, but I think I'm feeling impatient with the internet trouble and anxious to get a move on today. Hopefully tonight I'll have more fun writing about today's adventures…