As a small thank you to Ouma and her family for their gracious hospitality in Fez, we make them a big feed of pasta and cucumber salad. It goes down well, especially with the kids, and we are very flattered by the praise of the aunties. One Eid Al Adha I’ll never forget. …
…Ouma insists I taste the brain, and the eyes, so I take a deep breath and… it’s delicious. Seems like anything Ouma’s mum cooks is good. Now I’ve eaten brain I feel like a real adventurer. Or maybe a zombie… Ouma invites us to spend Eid Al Adha with her family in Fez. We are…
…the town has become a bit of a pilgrimage for pot heads in the last ten years, because the hill country is full of huge marijuana crops… I ride into Chefchaouen with a sporty gent in his elegant ’70s Merc’ coupe. The steady climb up the mountain roads makes me alternately sleepy and dizzy, but…
>> This article has been updated. >> Read the latest version here. Sitting having my supper of cactus fruit and goat cheese in Chefchaouen, Morocco (pictured above). Rested and ready to hit the road, but the question is; to where? Gets me thinking. “The world. It’s big. I can’t go everywhere… well maybe I can.…
Say no more… my feelings on Tangerine restaurants exactly. >> More about Morocco.
..I head out to the edge of town, and walk up a scrub covered hillside. I see a small stand of trees and think I’ve found my home for the night. unfortunately, a band of stray dogs has beaten me to it. They seem less than thrilled to see me, so I change…
I almost get knocked down by a kid who comes barreling round a corner and dives past me. In hot pursuit, a panting, red faced woman wielding what looks like a chair leg with murderous intent…