After two days spent in the stunning village of Imlil in the Atlas Mountains, I began the journey back to Marrakech, walking down the dirt road through the town center, past the kind salesmen who helped me with directions two days prior, past the fruit stands where I had purchased cherries the day before. Before I arrived at the end of the road where the taxis wait for passengers, a white utility-style van slowed down as it drove by. “Marrakech?” a man yelled out of a rolled-down window. “Yes, is that where you are going? Is this a public bus?” I responded. Impatiently, the van started to pull away – I yelled, "Wait!" and as they started to drive away, jumped in the vehicle and found a seat behind the driver...