We started early in the morning. Dark and cold, the sun still a couple of hours away. Apparently that’s the perfect time for a balloon ride in Morocco. I was cold and irritable. But as the ride wore on, and the van drove us out of Marrakech, towards the Atlas Mountains, my mood improved. Continue reading “Balloon Over Morocco” »
The rarely seen, but supremely talented, motorcycle dog
Morocco is an amazing country. I’m quite convinced I could live there. There’s so many sights and sounds and so much architecture and hubbub that there’s no way to do it justice in only a few photos. Which is why I took thousands of them. I spent so much time with the camera stuck to my face that almost every picture taken of me is one of me taking a picture. And I’m not even a photographer! (Not yet anyway. I’m working on it.)
I was completely lost when I took this picture
I’m wandering through the Marrakech Medina, completely guide-free. The reason I mention the “guide-free” is because it’s a whole different experience when you don’t have someone scaring off the touts. It’s borderline awful actually, not having a guide; almost like having an entourage. Continue reading “Marrakech and the Fine Art of Haggling” »