…When I was a kid, my mother gave us ‘horse’s breakfast’ before school. Horse’s breakfast? I ask, perplexed. It is fresh bread soaked in red wine. So you had bread soaked in wine, and then went to school? How old were you..? Alvaro, a Portuguese gent whose acquaintance was made in Chefchaouen, offers a…
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…
I feel like a pilgrim to a palace from Lord of the Rings. The island is completely covered in medieval stone structures, walled around with soaring battlements, and topped with a sky piercing spire adorned with a gilt statue like an angel. Sea birds circle the island, and here and there men are walking across the sand flats barefoot, with baskets, collecting shellfish…
How can you hitchhike in this day and age? Aren’t you afraid of being murdered? This is the question I get asked all the time by people who pick me up. The first time a lady stopped for me, I nearly fell over. She was about my 5th ride ever, years ago now. Everything…
Once you got over the eye watering smell of unwashed stock broker and dirty carpet, you noticed the way the place looked. There was stuff all over the floor. Garbage, clothing, full ash trays, half full bottles. The couches had numerous large stains and were splattered with damp looking piles of what turned out to be dog vomit…