Post Sickness

I have to say, not being sick is a pleasant feeling. After Morocco and most of South Africa, I have gotten extremely better. For those of you who don’t know, I was a sicko.

It all started on the day we rode the camels back from the Sahara. We packed up after a night of almost no sleep, and got on to a bumpy, jerky, buggy camel ride. We got to the a rest-stop-hotel in a town called Rissani, where we had two rooms, for and hour and a half. Gianna, Tori, Mama, and Da were very surprised by the temperature of the hotel pool, while I took a well deserved nap. I had a fever, cough, runny nose, and a headache. Yay. I was miserable the whole drive to the next stop.

At a UNESCO heritage sight, we stopped for some hiking. Boy, was I unhappy. I couldn’t breathe very well through my nose or my mouth, and we had to hike up a mountain. I am glad though because Mustapha (our Moroccan tour guide) made stops to see certain things, at which I caught my breath. At the top, we stopped to watch the sunset, which was totally worth my almost-death.

I did enjoy most of Morocco, even though I was sick. I tried to enjoy all that I could, and tried to keep a positive attitude (which was extremely hard sometimes. Now that I am better, I am glad that I got to see Morocco and I am glad that I didn’t die in the middle of the Sahara.