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Chefchaouen: where people made their city a mirror to the sky

Chefchaouen: where people made their city a mirror to the sky
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 Desert >

Trippin’ and roadtripping in Morocco: Sahara – Aït Benhaddou – Marrakesh

Trippin’ and roadtripping in Morocco: Sahara – Aït Benhaddou – Marrakesh
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 going.  The >

Desert calling: Tangier to Merzouga, via Fes

Desert calling: Tangier to Merzouga, via Fes
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 familiarities >

Hot Sevilla. And other Spain bits.

Hot Sevilla. And other Spain bits.
How does one prepare for a 10-day-mid-August trip through hot Morocco? Adjusting to the heat to follow by sunbathing on the streets of Sevilla might help, and that we did. Having left Lisbon late afternoon, we made camp on the banks of Guadiana river before sunset. Next morning we waved off Portugal after the village of Barrancos and made our way to Sevilla after checking out the view over the Aracena castle. Once in Sevilla, we took the >

Beaches of Portugal (II) – Azenhas do Mar

Beaches of Portugal (II) – Azenhas do Mar
Many times I am asked if I like Lisbon. Thing is, I did not move here for the city (sorry, Lisbon!), rather for what Lisbon is in close proximity to. And Lisbon is close to a lot of nice places! So whenever I have a chance I get away from it, either North or South. Yup, those beaches, those cliffs! So besides Praia da Ursa, another spot to check out at least once is Azenhas do Mar, a village just west of Sintra. Cozy, quiet and quite >

Beaches of Portugal (I): Praia da Ursa

Beaches of Portugal (I): Praia da Ursa
I love all of you. All your shades. Every ray of light. You make me good and hopeful. I know you from before I remember. I cannot say how we found us. You keep me coming. You keep us. We come. We notice and respect all of you. All your flowers, all your grains and waves. All your sunsets. You are true and you let me rest. I lay my steps down towards your peace. I want to see what you see. Your name though does not suit you. Few names could. >