The typical Moroccan blue skies were quickly swapped with menacing black clouds as we set off on a 4-5 hour hike through the foothills of the Atlas Mountains. Hallid led us along dusty tracks for superb views of the beige mountains stained with red patterns. We followed the river valley, passing little mud-brick villages and…
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Living with Berbers and hiking in the Atlas Mountains
e wanted to extend our stay in Morocco by doing some volunteering and our first port of call for this was a small Berber village in the foothills of the Atlas Mountains. It actually didn’t involve any work, but we found it on the volunteering website we use. Instead of working we had to pay…
Casablanca | Morocco
When I was a kid I grew up with nannies, most of them were European, but our favourite one was a Moroccan lady called Nadia who had black hair as long as Rapunzel Nadia really became part of our family but we soon grew up and she moved on to start her own family. We…
The crumbling town of El Jadida | Morocco
The little Portuguese town of El Jadida was never on our list of places to visit in Morocco but we had a couple days spare before visiting family friends in Casablanca so we picked this town. It was pretty rough on first impressions, the bus station was in a bad state and there were a…
Leather tanning, pigeon poop and Palaces in Fez, Morocco
We spent a few days exploring the urban-maze of Fez El Bali and taking in all the sights and smells along the way. It’s totally pedestrianised so all the market stalls, cafes and hotels get deliveries by men with pulley carts or by very sad looking donkeys. Somedays we’d stick to the main routes, following…
Traditional Moroccan Hammam | His and Hers experiences
You can’t come to Morocco and not experience a Hammam, so we set out to find one in Fez. We literally had no idea what was involved in one of these Turkish bathhouses though so we did a little research online and spoke with our riad hosts. It seemed to be a variety of hot…
First impressions of Morocco
Our flight to Fez was an interesting one; Greece to Italy was ever so calm and peaceful while Italy to Morocco was loud and full of commotion. A man was shouting at the flight attendants about him not being allowed THREE hand luggage bags, a baby was screaming in front of us and everyone was…
The long drive east | Corn, Amish, tumble weeds and banter
The long drive east is nothing to write home about…yet here I am doing exactly that. Imagine driving along a road and feeling like you keep going back in time and passing the same section over and over. Squished raccoons and skunks splattered along the highway were the only thing that made the hundreds of…
Indian nationals Rodeo, Polson Montana
Every town we get to we’re either too early or too late for their summer rodeo. It’s something so America and we couldn’t possibly leave without seeing one. Thankfully I found out one was happening that very night in the small town of Polson, Montana. It wasn’t just any rodeo though, it was the Indian…
Friendly locals and the ups and downs of van life
There was a horrible noise coming from Daphne as we left Skagway and we had no idea what was causing it. The town ‘mechanic’ was just a man that worked out of his garage and charged us $25 for a five minute diagnosis. He said we should make it back to Whitehorse OK so we…
NON STOP TRAVELLING 