Me in my Sand Man Suit. Which I love. And actually successfully bargained for! To local price!
It’s either a sign that your trip is going amazingly or that you’re about to be hauled off to die in a foreign prison, when you turn to your friend about two days into the voyage and say:
“Omg. We just snorted unidentified brown powder up our noses. That we got from a strange man we met on a train. In his house, where we’ve come for lunch, in Morocco. Wtf??”
And she answers: “Yup.”
