Surfers need serious breakfast before chasing waves. No place in unassuming Moroccan surf spot Taghazout covers the wave rider morning meal better than tiny walkup café Tamazirt. When I wasn’t Continue reading
I snapped this Berber woman with her tagalong donkey in the tiny Moroccan mountain town of Azrou just south of Fés. I was still a little puny from being sick Continue reading
When traveling indefinitely, opportunities to work for a little extra cash or any kind of trade are welcome. There is usually lots of government red tape, especially in Europe, with Continue reading
Sometimes when you travel in Africa, you stay in a tree house. True story, y’all. I wanted a tree house so badly when I was a kid (also: a black Continue reading
Aaaaand we’re back! There is so much to say about Morocco, I don’t know even know how I’m going to get to it all. First, though, I must, must, must Continue reading
Just returning from the desert Jesus-style, making friends with camels; pouring sand and stars out of my shoes…{..} Tangier to Paris on Thursday. We’ll need some serious update time, y’all. Continue reading
Tourists and travelers are some of the most exploited people in the world. Sometimes traveling feels like opening a bag that has all your money and letting the people of Continue reading
Fés is the leather capitol of Morocco, and they’ve had no trouble combining the industry with tourism. The ultimate image of Western privilege and from-a-distance tourism materializes above Fés’ tanneries, Continue reading
When I went for a stroll through Paris’ Père Lachaise for a little visit with Edith, Oscar, Jim Boy and gang, photographer Jean-Claude Garnier’s stunning photographs of his exhibit “Cimitières Continue reading
When I first began looking for flights to Morocco from Paris, my short-notice search turned up fares that weren’t really that palatable, considering the common return of $10 tickets on Continue reading
