…It sounds like your car is having many problems, says Horst. Yeah, I love her but she’s a fuckin’ piece of shit, says the driver, and cracks open another beer on the dashboard. Couldn’t get her through rego’ last time. So if you see any coppers, fuckin’ let me know. Bastards busted me driving without…
…An old German guy, Rudy, gives me a ride to Rabat… As I climb out, and thank him, Rudy calls out,”vatch out for ze Moroccan beetles! Don’t let zem get in your blood! Next sing you know, you vill be here ten years, like me!” He roars with laughter as he zooms away in his…
In the desert, any bar is a good bar, but you don’t get to choose your drinking companions… I step into the shade of the “La Boussole” bar and collapse gratefully onto a couch beside the dining table. Outside, in M’hamid, the temperature is living up to the Sahara’s reputation. (Above: watering holes…