Description:Astrologers say that every twenty-eight years the slow-moving Saturn completes its cycle and returns to our birth sign propelling us into a cosmic rite of passage. Mine came predictably on time and plonked me behind the wheel of a Morris van with a toddler called Melissa and her mother, Linda, in a two-thousand-mile drive from Hay-on-Wye in Wales to Marrakech in North Africa. It was the late summer of 1973, and we were celebrating the completion of my doctoral thesis and simultaneous drop out from academic life, into the Welsh border town of Hay-on-Wye.Graham Nash’s Marrakech Express was playing on our cassette player as we crossed the channel from Dover to Calais.We were all on board that train as we delved deeper into the Rif Mountains to the province of Ketama where the best hashish in Morocco was grown legally.We began to plan our survival menu. Fresh figs stewed with hash, was the best choice for breakfast. After tasting the delicious fruit, we decided it was also the best choice for lunch; and after an afternoon siesta, we prepared our standby ratatouille with an extra dollop of hash chopped into the mixture.I can still remember Linda swirling wildly like a Valkyrie holding a giggling, curly–haired, ginger-topped tot as the stars of the Milky Way appear one by one in procession like a straggling bride’s train “Dance, Lissy, dance!” says Linda clapping her hands in encouragement. The two-year-old sways back and forth, her white belly protruding from her night-time nappies, her chubby thighs bouncing while her tiny hands clap to the rhythm. Twenty years later, Melissa Auf der Maur will be a fashionably thin, long legged, international rock star shaking her Titian dread locks as she holds a bass guitar. The thought of being there at her first gig in Ketama tickles me pink.We reached Marrakesh on the evening of the next day and found a quiet place on the crowded campsite alongside the VW vans and one conspicuously luxurious Citroen DS model.We soon discovered our neighbours in the luxurious Citroen were two American drug dealers from Amsterdam. Fred and Marco were a cool pair of dudes, gangster aristocrats. They held court every evening in their splendid Bedouin tent where they lit up and passed round the purest most hallucinogenic hash on the planet: Afghan Black.That they would become the game changers of our innocent hippie trip, never crossed our minds.HELTER SKELTER!We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Marrakesh Express: Helter Skelter!. To get started finding The Marrakesh Express: Helter Skelter!, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Astrologers say that every twenty-eight years the slow-moving Saturn completes its cycle and returns to our birth sign propelling us into a cosmic rite of passage. Mine came predictably on time and plonked me behind the wheel of a Morris van with a toddler called Melissa and her mother, Linda, in a two-thousand-mile drive from Hay-on-Wye in Wales to Marrakech in North Africa. It was the late summer of 1973, and we were celebrating the completion of my doctoral thesis and simultaneous drop out from academic life, into the Welsh border town of Hay-on-Wye.Graham Nash’s Marrakech Express was playing on our cassette player as we crossed the channel from Dover to Calais.We were all on board that train as we delved deeper into the Rif Mountains to the province of Ketama where the best hashish in Morocco was grown legally.We began to plan our survival menu. Fresh figs stewed with hash, was the best choice for breakfast. After tasting the delicious fruit, we decided it was also the best choice for lunch; and after an afternoon siesta, we prepared our standby ratatouille with an extra dollop of hash chopped into the mixture.I can still remember Linda swirling wildly like a Valkyrie holding a giggling, curly–haired, ginger-topped tot as the stars of the Milky Way appear one by one in procession like a straggling bride’s train “Dance, Lissy, dance!” says Linda clapping her hands in encouragement. The two-year-old sways back and forth, her white belly protruding from her night-time nappies, her chubby thighs bouncing while her tiny hands clap to the rhythm. Twenty years later, Melissa Auf der Maur will be a fashionably thin, long legged, international rock star shaking her Titian dread locks as she holds a bass guitar. The thought of being there at her first gig in Ketama tickles me pink.We reached Marrakesh on the evening of the next day and found a quiet place on the crowded campsite alongside the VW vans and one conspicuously luxurious Citroen DS model.We soon discovered our neighbours in the luxurious Citroen were two American drug dealers from Amsterdam. Fred and Marco were a cool pair of dudes, gangster aristocrats. They held court every evening in their splendid Bedouin tent where they lit up and passed round the purest most hallucinogenic hash on the planet: Afghan Black.That they would become the game changers of our innocent hippie trip, never crossed our minds.HELTER SKELTER!We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Marrakesh Express: Helter Skelter!. To get started finding The Marrakesh Express: Helter Skelter!, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.