Morocco: a name that can strike fear into the hearts of men, a name heard by all, truly understood by few in this world.  For those brave and tired sea rats that rolled off their ships, to truly understand this foreign land, they ventured to the interior, to a sea of sand where the trade caravans began the trek to Timbuktu.  They provisioned their breathing ships with as much as the poor beasts can carry, being careful not to put any straw as it can apparently break a camel’s back.  They took a moment to make peace with their respective gods and take their first step into where several men had gone before.  As they struggled one foot after another through the dunes of the Sahara desert, any trace of civilization slipped away over the horizon.  The sun beat down and sand fell off their covered faces.  After what seemed like an eternity they had reached their encampment.  The weary seafarers feasted and lay on the dunes, recovering after the arduous day and enjoying the company of their fellow sailors from a point at which there was no visible ocean, nor sound of waves.  The following day, they bundled up their possessions and stowed the memories they had and began the hike back to the ship and their home by the sea.