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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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

We’re all so complicated

I'm in Spain, in the south, in an area I love. I am writing and walking and talking Spanish to local people in worker's bars and cafes. But, and there is a huge but  - I feel every minute of every day this wash of emotion come over like a tsunami.  This is my selfie … Continue reading We’re all so complicated

Walking the Catalan Camino to Tamarit

A couple of days ago, I walked from Tarragona or Tarraco near the Costa Daurada  in Catalunya (Catalonia) to the old Romanesque fort at Tamarit. It was a walk of about 12km from my hotel in Tarragona down to the platja (beach), and up through the pine forests that hug the Mediterranean. As I walked I was … Continue reading Walking the Catalan Camino to Tamarit