It was oddly weird (or weirdly odd?) to be sitting alone in the city square of a magical foreign destination waiting to be propositioned by a drug peddler. After all I was up in the Rif Mountains, the main hashish…

It was oddly weird (or weirdly odd?) to be sitting alone in the city square of a magical foreign destination waiting to be propositioned by a drug peddler. After all I was up in the Rif Mountains, the main hashish…
As the waves gently lapped the rocky shores and the sun set on another gorgeous day in Koh Lanta, I sipped on my lemongrass margaritas and watched nature’s brush paint gorgeous colours against the skyline. It was a surreal setting…