Delta Force On-Going Selection: The Fuzz in Fez

And in that moment, as I staggered through the chaotic market with my mismatched attire and a belly full of couscous, I realized that sometimes survival in a foreign land is less about blending in and more about embracing the absurdity of your own existence.

Camel Poo Cigarettes and Mint Tea: A Delta Force Moroccan Odyssey

In the midst of my grimy, sun-baked adventure through Fez, squatting by a rank canal to wash my battle-worn towel, I cut a fine figure of a man—a disheveled, bearded mess in ripped sleeves and sandals, puffing on a camel poo cigarette, and navigating the wretched beauty of a country that both fascinated and wrenched my soul.