Day #11,580 1/2 {New Year’s Eve 2013}: There was one Saharan activity to which I’d secretly most been looking forward. Riding a camel is just so Classic Desert, is it not? Mr. M’s adorable mother Mama Betty somehow got the idea that her children and their multifarious luggage would be chartering camels from the edge of […]
Day #11,580 {New Year’s Eve 2013}: I woke up in a tent in the middle of the Sahara. And laid there for a few minutes while it sunk in that I was waking up in a tent in the middle of the Sahara. For a landscape so barren at first glance, the Sahara solicits exploration. […]
The Casablanca airport does not make a great impression. Unfortunately, the entry point of all flights from North America is said airport, the domestic terminal of which is highlighted by ominously flickering fluorescent overheads, dotted with 1/6 the number of seats it might’ve contained, and features an airport lounge with an honest-to-goodness foot of cement […]