undulating in the air

amtoudi, not mentioned in any history books and far off the beaten track, twenty ton of vehicles travel as high on curvy skinny routes as they could, having their drivers venture out hiking onto little traveled paths, to well preserved old granaries that served as a hiding and battling ground for rival tribes. with stunning views from below and above, baffled, they jumped in some  natural pools, hidden between perfectly shaped rocks, smoothed by millions of years of cascading water …. a cooling welcome to their heated bodies and overnighty on a dried river bed.



c’est dengue

when you are sick to the core, it is time to go home. dengue has it’s incubation period and out of nowhere it hits hard. anything could have happened, traveling the way we did … i dealt with long drives, desert storm, cold and heat, foreign food and drinks, assholes, beggars, ghosts, nice and difficult people, have seen lots of beauty and some ugliness … then some little beast, as tiny as a needle-head bites you and shoots up your body temperature up to 41 degrees and brings you to your knees and hospital. morocco … you have been quite an experience.