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Hammam – naked, oiled and scrubbed raw
The Hammam we decided on is the oldest in Essaouira. According to the guide it’s a place that Orson Wells used while visiting this area. Dunno how factually correct that is. It took us some time to find it as the name of the road is spelt differently from the name on the map; which […]
El Jadida and another epic bus journey
January 19, 2015
Mr T and I spent the morning scoffing breakfast, using the internet before heading to the train station Casa Port. He was flying out of Rabat back to London and I was continuing my adventure further south to a town called El Jadida, an old Portuguese town, also known as Cite Portugaise. The idea of […]
Casablanca, a trumpet player and a narrowly missed love bite from a sleazy Moroccan
January 18, 2015
The next day after three hours of battling with the internet after brekkie I finally managed to send the voice files to London. I jumped in a cab and raced to the train station to get to Casablanca. I had heard from a number of people that it was not a very nice city but […]
Rabat, modern art and a birthday dinner
January 18, 2015
Rabat may well be the capital of Morocco but it lacks the buzz and charm of some of the other cities I have visited so far. There is an air of wanna-be sophistication but it doesn’t quite pull it off. The boulevards are wide, the roads jammed with small blue taxis and beat-up cars while […]
Meknes, Grand Taxis and Roman Ruins
January 13, 2015
I said farewell to Fez and loaded up my backpack. Now with a heavy rug I feel like a human mule. Running for a train with 25kilos on your back is not easy especially when that’s half my body weight!! I just managed to catch the train with seconds to spare. Thankfully a large Moroccan […]
Sand Dunes and Nomads
January 13, 2015
My first full day in Merzouga started with me flinging on a fleece, hat and scarf and jumping into my hiking boots, camera in hand. The chill hit me hard as I turned the handle to my door. I had slept in my clothes it was so cold. As I hit the soft sand outside […]
The desert
January 6, 2015
The actress and I parted early on Monday morning. I am now flying solo for my next leg, the Sahara. I’m used to travelling by bus, the longest journey I did last year was across from Uganda to Rwanda roughly 10 hours. Yesterday I smashed that. I left Marrakech on a Superatour bus headed for […]
Slowly Does It: Loose gravel, rocks and a sheer drop
January 6, 2015
We played cards huddled around the fire laughing and talking until quite late. The lads did their best to speak in English and I tried and failed miserably with my less than adequate French. As the night wore on I had completely wrapped myself up like a human spring-roll in a thick woolly blanket, with […]
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