
Morocco
Day One: Twenty solid hours of traveling to reach Morocco, amongst conveniently placed wailing babies, perhaps punishment for smugness over Mexico jaunt. When will Bose invent the noise-canceling pacifier?
Day Two: Finally land in Marrakech at night, luggage decides to stop in London. Long trip and lack of toothbrush forgotten as we join pre-scouting crew at local casbah-style restaurant. We're here to capture the roots of Spanish horsemanship, so riding demonstration that evening offers crew some real excitement - and first opportunity to ride a camel.
Day Three: Harry, David and Jasper spend morning scouting while we prep gear. Long drive to location in afternoon reveals stunning desert landscape. As miles rack up, centuries fall away and our location - the casbah of Oumnast - is right out of Lawrence of Arabia. As salute to Sir Lawrence, I am dressed in local attire. That is to say, bag not arrived yet and I wear jacket from last night's trip to Moroccan version of Wal-Mart.