Morocco. The Most Terrifying Place on Earth?

A two week journey that proved fear is a terrible travel advisor.

Before I even stepped foot in Morocco, I’d already decided it might be the most terrifying place on earth.

According to several blog posts I read, solo female travellers barely survive the medinas. 😳

You’ll be hassled, followed, “guided,” overcharged, cornered, confused, and possibly sold a carpet you never asked for.

The way some people write about Morocco, you’d think stepping into a souk required night-vision goggles, a black belt in negotiation, and a personal security team.

And because I’ve lived in Thailand too long (which might be one of the safest places on earth), and was already a touch apprehensive about solo travel, (which I must admit I haven’t done a lot of), I believed it to be so.

In fact for a brief moment, I wondered if this was the trip where Jo Barnes finally got her comeuppance.

After decades of wandering the world with limited planning and far too much optimism, perhaps Morocco was going to be the destination that said, “Sit down, love. You’re not 25 anymore.”

But that…