The middle of the summer, near the middle of the earth, in the middle of Ramadan. Not exactly the ideal timing for a trip to Morocco. Little did myself and my sociology partner in crime (Keith) know, but less than ideal was just the tip of the ironic iceberg our trip turned out to be! Armed with not enough water, not enough compass, and certainly not enough linguistic Arabic, we set off from Marakech literally riding into the desert on two very micro scooters. Sun stroke, hallucinations, broken scooters, and over 500 miles of beautiful Moroccan mountain road saw us experience a true adventure in Northern Africa.