Last week I went to the Sahara Desert. The trip I thought I was getting: Transportation from Fez to Rissani 4×4 to the desert Desert sunset on camel Two nights in the desert Two nights sleeping with Berber families Two days of riding camels in the Sahara A couscous picnic lunch with Berbers Transportation back … More Disaster in the Desert
Not sure what to say about Fez other than this: I hate it. Fez, to me, is the New Delhi of Morocco. This, however, is not an attempt to sway anyone from visiting. As most travelers know, memories of cities are made up less of the sites you see, and more of the people you … More To Fez, with hate
Chefshaouen was the Moroccan city I never knew could exist, the Moroccan city of my dreams. With its blue walls, surrounded by a wall of mountains, easy to manage medina, avocado shakes, hamams, kind people, I don’t think I would ever be ready to leave regardless of how many days I spent there. Even the … More Morocco of my dreams
Bus from Sevilla to Tarifa, ferry to Tangier, walk to the hostel through crowds of men and boys offering to show us the way for 10 durhams. Tangier, for me, was love at second sight. Once recovered from the initial shock of my welcome to Tangier, I set out with my new friends for a … More Burroughs is in Tangier