A short stroll turned into a long trek through berber villages, past smelly donkeys, over flooded terraine and with Daddy wanting to forge a river because the bridge had either been washed away or the man-from-casablanca wearing dolce & gabbana jeans had lied to us about there being one. Mummy and Daddy had a well deserved bottle of rose later to regain their strength. I put on Mummy's sunglasses.
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