An American Abroad
Chefchaouen is a town of 35,000 souls located in the Rif Mountains of northwest Morocco. From the moment we stepped off our bus from Fes until the wee hours of the morning four days later when we boarded a grand taxi for Casablanca, I felt like I was … [Continue reading]
As I look over my photos of Fes, I am struck by what a forbidding place it must seem. Closed doors. Windowless walls. Toothed rooflines. Narrow alleys. A sullen yellow color scheme. On the surface, Marrakech seemed more welcoming, but Marrakech's … [Continue reading]
I like leather -- belts, shoes, straps, accents. One of my favorite possessions, in fact, is a heavy leather overnight bag made by Saddleback Leather and gifted to me by a very good friend. It weighs a ton. It takes a good three minutes to open or … [Continue reading]
While Marrakech is unabashedly touristy, Fes is more reserved. Its medina is said to have 9,700-some streets and alleys. Some of these are so narrow that one has to angle one's shoulders slightly sideways to pass. The signs and graffiti on the medina … [Continue reading]
I didn't do my usual pre-departure research before coming to Morocco. I was so involved with planning my trip to Sri Lanka and Thailand, with packing up my life in Tunisia, and with saying goodbye to all my friends there that I arrived in Morocco … [Continue reading]
The road ended in Zagora. Spencer and I met up with a Berber guide and two camels, who were to be our rides into the desert. On a signal from our guide, the camels lay down, folding their legs flat under them. We climbed on our camels, sitting … [Continue reading]
From Marrakech, we headed southeast toward the Algerian border. The road took us through the Atlas Mountains, through the town of Ouarzazate, and ended in Zagora, on the edge of the Sahara Desert The Atlas Mountains were spectacular and much … [Continue reading]
Today I woke to the news about the terror attacks at the Bardo Museum in Tunis. Having been to the Bardo in late January, I can picture the scene there very clearly. Seeing the photos of frightened tourists sitting on the familiar ancient Roman … [Continue reading]
Usually when my son and I go cheap when we travel together. We stay at hostels and guesthouses. We look for inexpensive restaurants where the locals eat. We take buses instead of planes. This enables to go further on our dollar and puts us in closer … [Continue reading]
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