There was not much planning of this three-week trip. On the eve we got our backpacks ready, and in the morning some of us went to school, work or just stayed in bed waiting for take-off. From the previous haggling about where to go, if Thailand, Japan, Cyprus, Sicily or Turkey, Morocco emerged as second to none. The following day we got our entry visa at the Moroccan Embassy in Prague and booked a flight bound for Casablanca. It was back in November 2001, well before the low-cost carriers began to flood this country with weekend trippers from Europe.