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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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

My wonderful life, an ode to Freya

I am in Granada, staying close to the Alhambra in the Realjo district just down the hill from that magnificent Moorish castle, and I don't want to go home. I want to be on the road forever, with every day a mystery of joy, new languages to discover, new scents and sights. It's ecstasy all … Continue reading My wonderful life, an ode to Freya