Word has it that yoga bob took a trip on a sailing ship to Morocco this month. There, he was seen amongst the hustle and bustle of the Djemaa el-Fna focalpoint of Marrakesh; he was spotted jostling along in a jeep through the lunar landscape of the rocky desert south of Ouarzazate; and he was glimpsed sipping mint tea and enjoying some story-telling.

We got a hold of him in the souqs, where we found him calmly absorbed in lengthy moroccan negotiations over the price of beautiful craftwork and priceless berber jewelry. And we convinced him to pose for us for a series of tile-background shots.