mosaic road

Tackling the Boredom, part two

A long trip through rural Morocco really shows authentic life...the people have very little and work very hard.

Tackling the boredom, part one

So long journey and what to do...my solution was taking photos from moving bus and hoping for the best. We drove through amazingly rugged and empty landscapes with ever changing colours and clouds

Long and Skinny

That’s me (out in the Sahara) before breakfast with long skinny legs and lots of four wheel drive tracks running over me...yikes !!

Beware of Donkeys

In Australia we have lots of signs warning about animals crossing highways and country roads , especially kangaroos. In Morocco no warning signs whatsoever but plenty of animals crossing including mother to be donkeys and baby ones too !

Raining on our Parade

It rained yesterday, non stop and quite hard...my least favourite type of day ! I was travelling with a tour group in Fes and we had a cooking class scheduled to be held outside by the pool at Riad Salam...well that was well and truly a wash out. The fabulous hotel staff moved furniture around and the class took place as planned but inside a very glamourous salon, not an easy feat seeing the class was for 40 people.

Desert Palette

This recent desert sunset was the most beautiful I have experienced in my now many beloved trips out to the wondrous Sahara. The best sunsets are for me in rosy pink hues and this epic one was so glorious. I always try to be on a rooftop at sunset and of course the mud brick buildings are few and far between and low rise . For now, there are no ugly high rise impediments blocking the views of the endless Moroccan skies over the seemingly endless sandy dunes.

Quinces and Figs

These are two fruits that I sort of didn’t love when I lived in Australia. I didn’t buy them or cook with them...but things have changed and dramatically. I think I could possibly eat them all day every day. In Morocco the quince is used in savoury dishes and when served with slow cooked beef in a tagine it is culinary paradise. Figs are served fresh here, as is, ripe from the tree, green or black...not drizzled with anything, no cheese on the side, not heated or grilled and that for me is the bestever dessert from Mother Nature !

Moments of Mine

I watched the sweetest child yesterday feeding a little handful of grass to a friendly hungry goat and it just reinforced to me how important these tiny interactions are. It’s so important for children to love and respect animals and to learn about their care. People may come and go in our lives but our pets are a constant, offering unconditional loyalty and love .

My day was one of dykes, polders and windmills.

 I rode 60 kms amongst this great scenery enjoying the peace and tranquility..The only noise really is from the quacking and squabbling of ducks and from farm machinery. The farms are mainly small holdings and at the moment grass is being harvested to be food for cattle over winter. The windmills in the photos are from the Unesco World Heritage site called Kinderdijk where we spent the morning.

Dealing with Locks

 

I take my hat off to the captain for manoeuvring this lengthy vessel into the locks along the river. It’s a particularly slow process, so plenty of time for a cigarette or a phone call