Hats, dogs, Tangier-arama & life in the black-and-white

I am coming to the end of my month-long travel stint. It's been a wild and interesting adventure: Edinburgh to Almeria, Almeria to San Jose, San Jose to Roquetas de Mar, Roquetas de Mar to Granada, Granada to Malaga, Malaga to Marseille, Marseille to Aix-en-Provence, Aix-en-Provence back to Marseille again. I saw the greasy, grimy … Continue reading Hats, dogs, Tangier-arama & life in the black-and-white

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Smell, touch, taste, listen, feel, live

My rule for myself now is simple; for every piece of bullshittery I encounter along life's road, every time someone tries to take a piece of my soul, I counteract it with living a beautiful experience that involves a smell, touch, taste, listen, feel, live moment. I've been packing in this sensory living, and it's … Continue reading Smell, touch, taste, listen, feel, live

Spanish flu or so it feels like

I am really ill. I have flu, a fever, weak limbs. Last night in my previous hotel in Granada, where I was for four nights - a horrible dated looking, small room, overpriced and with horrible scratchy brown blankets and no charm whatsoever, and I was projectile vomiting all over the bathroom. The bathroom in … Continue reading Spanish flu or so it feels like

Go south, my friend, go south

Why am I travelling? I don't want to be a tourist. I want to find answers. I want to talk to people. I want to understand things. I want to be Freya Stark.  Freya Stark went to the Middle East in the 1930s and wrote about her experiences. I want to go further than Spain, … Continue reading Go south, my friend, go south