NZ Herald
Handmade carpets and rugs in Morocco. Photo / Getty
By: Amanda Linnell
Amanda Linnell gets taken for a ride in Marrakesh – and loves every minute of it.
How did I end up here? I’m in the front passenger seat of a four-wheel drive, it’s hot, sweat pours down my back, loud Arabic pop music is pumping out of the car stereo and, I confess, I am holding on to the arm rest a little more tightly than normal.
Our car is grinding its way up a rough metal road in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco, weaving around hairpin bends on a road carved precariously from the rock. In the distance snow-peaked
