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2.300 km of a journey through Morocco ended in Chefchaouen. In stark contrast to both the dryness of the south and the chaotic medinas of other cities, Chefchaouen is a blue oasis of cool calmness. The Rif Mountains contribute in full.
After having stepped in the footpaths of Jim Jarmusch’s hip vampires of Only Lovers Left Alive in Tangier, traded in leather in the impressive medina of hot Fes, experienced rain in the Sahara ... [read more]
It’s mid-August and the heat is on. We’re in South-East Morocco, on the edge of the Sahara desert. Last night it rained. Rare cool. Then hot again. Really hot. But it’s supposed to be like this, plus there are not a lot of tourists around this time of the year. We’d stay more but before reaching Chefchaouen and then leaving Morocco, we want to get a day in Marrakesh and see Aït Benhaddou on the way. Tight schedule. So we get ... [read more]
We met Africa at dusk, dazed. Tangier at night, breezy. Fes in mid-day heat. Then cooled off with rain between the dunes of Sahara right after sunset.
After a day of getting ever closer to Africa, we finally crossed the Straight of Gibraltar to Morocco. Once in Tangier, we wandered at night through the alleys of the medina in the footsteps of the Only Lovers Left Alive movie characters while spotting out the oddities and the ... [read more]
This is what we do: wander around. No guide books and no guided tour. We don’t want to cheat ourselves out of the possibilities of an adventure, with its ups and downs. And usually, the less we know about the tourist attractions and hotspots beforehand, the better. It’s sure nice to discover, first hand experience. So as we wanted to escape the Istanbul frenzy for a while, flying to Bodrum thinking of giving us 4 days of ... [read more]
I am shy and mysterious – when I say my goodbyes…
When I part with the ones I’ve come to love throughout my life;
when the times are miraculous, when I stop to think twice…
If you are doing this right, that means – playing the song above while you read this, paying attention to the lyrics and everything, you probably know what this means. And I could say as well that it was all this walking so far, nothing but hiss and overdrive. ... [read more]
The World Photo Tour goes on, conquering the mountains. [Probably] the best walk on the road so far: Retezat and Parâng mountains, both wild and welcoming.
First bit found me climbing from Râu de Mori to Râușor and then all the way up to Retezat Summit. Just a bit over 9 hours of painful climb through dense forest and then close to vertical steeps. This time with 27 kilos in the backpack as I prepared for four days of wilderness. ... [read more]