They call me Ali Baba

Morocco has been awesome. I met four girls in the Madrid airport - one from Denmark, one from Germany, one from England and one from Scotland. I traveled with them for a few days and then the Dane and German left and the Brits and I headed out for the Sahara. There were two French Canadian girls in our van, so I almost immediately replaced my two lost 'wives.' Since for the last 6 days or so I've been traveling with 4 girls and I have a beard, all the locals call me Ali Baba.