Here I was after a hard day at work, relaxing in my jammies enjoying my first glass of red (despite the fact that it is only 5.30pm - hey - it’s Canberra).  I’m thinking to myself that all I am missing is the roaring fire and Hugh Jackman massaging my shoulders…..  sorry got side tracked.  Anyway, I’m sitting here relaxing, when my intrepid housemate and future backpacking team captain decides to throw a curve ball and give me a snap lesson in how to make a journal entry. 

Well after a number of attempts (mainly caused by my total lack of memory when it comes to user names and passwords and the housemate’s assurance - better here than in Morocco) I’m finally in.  And hence this mindless dribble…..!

Our airfares are paid, so the excitement is starting to kick in and as such I am finally up to double figures in page numbers in the Lonely Planet book on Morocco.  Despite my good intentions with pre trip research and organisation, I am realistic enough to know that it is going to be more a case of follow Catherine around and hope I don’t say or do anything that is liable to get me arrested.  So having said that be prepared for my comments on the adventure which will, upon occasion, be found right underneath Cath’s entries and will look something like this…

“What she said!
Lou”