gulli told me to write something here on the blog... he can be hard like that sometimes. But at the end of the day when he cuddles in his Moroccan made afrodisiac blancet, passed out on red wine bought on the African black market, I forgive him everything
We've met some nice people every once in a while, and that's all the reason we need to spend about a thousand Icelandic kroner buying a bottle of wine off some really shady character.
Some of these nice people give us good advice on where to go and so now we're planning to have a look at some waterfalls (probably not nearly as nice as the Icelandic ones, but still...) hang out with some Morrocans, who will hopefully not try and scam us of any more money, and sleep under the open sky.
After that, I guess we're gonne head for France again, where Gulli is gonna go to some concert, and I'm gonna hang out with some family. (I'd almost forgotten I had any) I probably should make an effort to make this mail sound more indescent, but that's gonna have to wait till some other time. Once again, I feel a cravin' for some food, and because Gulli has some fetish thing about not going to McDonald's, it might take some time for us to find some nice traditional Moroccan place and for them to cook up something that won't give us the shits... again.
 
Hope you're all doing fine, and miss us a lot :-)
Emil and Gulli