Favourite - a toss between America (Vegas) and Morocco - both totally different but I loved the whole trashiness and cliches of Vegas, especially downtown, I loved the giant food buffets, there was so much to do, I spent two weeks there, I rode on horse back near the Grand Canyon, I jumped off the stratosphere, gambled and drank my life away and everything else I did can stay there, BUT I still felt there was plenty more to see and do. But you need money! Alot of it! It is also very hot and so are the people! you also see the odd celeb walking around.
Morocco again beautiful especially off the beaten track, I love the HEAT the Atlas mountains are so beautiful and refreshing after being in the heat. The locals are lovely and the vibes lovely, especially at night it is so relaxed.
Least favourite - Gran Canaria. I have been to most of the Canaries and this was my least favourite. It was BORING, lifeless, dull and the food very expensive, but thank duck we went for self catering because the all inclusive lot were moaning about the 4 unidentifiable trays of slops they were offered every evening! It also seemed very seedy in the evenings around certain parts... We were looking for a restaurant in the evening (local food nothing to scream about) and a 7ft tall man in drag practically shoved a flaccid rubber cock in my face as an invite to his club. It certainly lacked anything of real interest to do.
Morocco again beautiful especially off the beaten track, I love the HEAT the Atlas mountains are so beautiful and refreshing after being in the heat. The locals are lovely and the vibes lovely, especially at night it is so relaxed.
Least favourite - Gran Canaria. I have been to most of the Canaries and this was my least favourite. It was BORING, lifeless, dull and the food very expensive, but thank duck we went for self catering because the all inclusive lot were moaning about the 4 unidentifiable trays of slops they were offered every evening! It also seemed very seedy in the evenings around certain parts... We were looking for a restaurant in the evening (local food nothing to scream about) and a 7ft tall man in drag practically shoved a flaccid rubber cock in my face as an invite to his club. It certainly lacked anything of real interest to do.