Getting Lost in the Old Medina of Fes
After getting ripped off by the taxi coming from the CTM bus station, we got dropped off at an entrance of the old Medina of Fes, in front of an obscure alley. “Straight ahead, then right” scrambled the driver, directing us to our riad. A fainting light hardly lit the entrance arch. We paid the…
Photographs taken in Taghazout, Morocco. Read the full post: Hanging Loose in Taghazout.
Hanging Loose in Taghazout
North of the city of Agadir, in the south west coast of Morocco, is located the small fishing village of Taghazout, where sun bleached hair surfers showcase their skills on the ocean curls and where camels lounge peacefully on the golden beaches. Mostly of Berber origins, the residents have become to be local surfers, blending…
A Road Trip to the Gateway of the Sahara
The sun painted the golden sand in beauteous shades of bright orange and gentle pink. My scarf protected my head, shielding it from the fieriness of the midday sun. We travelled through the Erg Chebbi dunes at a desert pace. My legs dangled on each sides of his rib cage, 6 feet from the yellow…
Marrakech: Where the Magic Happens. Or Does It?
The impressive red walled medina is an extensive labyrinth of tangled tight streets, unfortunate homeless, everyday survivors and kids calcitrating donkeys. A city of snake ‘charmers”, monkey entertainers and aggressive sellers. Sore for the eyes, arduous on the heart, but it is the reality of the place, whether you like it or not. Despite the…
Photographs taken in Essaouira, Morocco. Read the full post: Seagulls and Sea-breeze in Essaouira
Easy and Breezy in Essaouira
The soaring and screaming of the seagulls accompany the melody of the sea. Inside the medina, white are the walls and majorelle blue are the old windows and wooden doors we see. The air is fresh, the pace is slow, the colours are soft and the people are hassle-free. Essaouira is a small fishing town…
Photographs taken in Rabat, Morocco. Read the full post: Rabat: Exploring the Neighbourhood
The Great South
Photographs taken while road tripping the Great South of Morocco.
Photographs taken in Marrakech, Morocco. Read the full post: Marrakech: Where the Magic Happens. Or Does It?
Celebrating Eid Al-Adha in Morocco
Warning: This blog post contains images and descriptions that might not be suitable for some readers and some may find the content disturbing. If you do read, please have an open mind and the ability to understand a different culture. Thank you. Every year, on the 10th day of the Islamic calendar’s last month, falls…
Photographs taken while trekking through the Rif mountains of Morocco.
Peacefulness in Chefchaouen and the Rif Mountains
The 5 hour bus ride from Fes to Chefchaouen allowed me to peacefully rest while finding comfort in the sound of music from my iPod. Songs that reminds me of home, of my friends, of a fantastic summer we just spent. Don’t worry, I am not homesick yet, but it is nice to sometimes feel…
Photographs taken in the blue city of Chefchaouen
Photographs taken in the ancient Medina of Fes. Read the full story: Getting Lost in the Old Medina of Fes.
Volunteer Abroad: Reflexions & Conclusion
News from Morocco: The warm sunrays light up the alleys of the Medina. The scents of olives, spices and cow’s feet travel the streets. I walk from my lovely homestay through the alleys towards my work place. Teaching the kids in the morning, empowering the women in the afternoon. However, I’m not sure who’s gaining more…
Gender Equality Empowerment
I was sitting at a table amongst women whose eyes were locked on their sewing projects. Since the program was new, I had limited instructions on what exactly I was supposed to do, and how to do it. I had brought writing booklets and pens in case teaching some French, their second language, would be…
When reading the description of tasks, it wasn’t clear to me what ‘helping with children’ exactly implied. Besides my experience teaching swimming lessons (which I actually really enjoyed), I didn’t have much of a teaching background. And working with kids? I mean, kids are fine, although I find at times awkward to deal with their impulsivity, loudness, hyperactivity, whining or…
Departure I woke up to an appetizing warm meal with cheese and bread waiting on my table tray in front of me. “Rouge ou blanc?” asked the flight attendant from Air France. “Juste de l’eau, merci,” I answered. “Madame, il vous faut du vin avec votre repas,” he insisted. “Rouge alors, merci.” I was on my…