Morocco was a whirlwind of bikes, scooters, heat and extremely pushy/ enthusiastic merchants, selling everything from slippers to spices. It is a place where you need to watch your back for bikes; or otherwise be mowed down, and be careful of eye contact unless, that is, you really want to buy something.
It's wonderful to have a collaborator. Sometimes as a musician, or writer, you spend hours at home alone just working on idea after idea, you never really know what's working, you don't know what's good, bad, or just plain terrible. And, I suppose that's why getting those ideas out in front of another human being can be so scary.