When Eider and I arrived in Marrakesh, we didn’t know we had stickers on our heads saying “please rip us off”. We’d been dating for a few months and this was our first trip together. Morocco would make or break us. Our first challenge: getting a taxi to our hotel. With my blonde hair and blue eyes, I was the target for the taxi drivers. The chants of “Taxi, Sir!” began. No one was looking at Eider. This was the Reece show. Eider struggled, being ignored for the first time in her life. A giant...