Friday, May 8, 2009

Morocco, Moving South

My first day in Morocco, eating a big fish plate in Casablanca.

Heading south along the coast I passed through El Jadida. It was here that I first began to notice that the men were. . . well, a little strange! I really wish I had taken a photo of P0rn Man!

An old underground cistern in El Jadida

Fishing boats in El Jadida

Colorful fish in the fish market of Essouiria

Moroccan Viagra in the market at Essouiria. Yeah, right, like they need that!

I am starting into the Southern Territories now, and beginning to feel as if I am reaching the ends of the earth.

A fishermans shack by the coast. The roof is held on with fishing nets.

Fish is served fried up whole, heads, eyes, and all.

The lady of the house serving up tea. I stayed with this family for two days after turning down P0rn mans offer.

A neighborhood to be in Layounne. The earth is all brown and dusty here.

Dahkla, the end of the road. To the East about 400 KM is Mauritania.

More brown, and old land mine signs, on the way to the Mauritanian border.

A fisherman serves up tea in his tiny tent by the beach. I am on my way back to Dahkla here, having hitchhiked a ride across the border.

Saturday, May 2, 2009


Sunrise over dunes that stretch forever, Sahara

Sunset at an oasis in the Sahara desert of Mauritania

An oasis I backpacked to in Mauritania

It has been a while since I wrote last. I traveled back through Morocco, spent 5 days in Madrid, and then came home and have been super busy ever since. The first week back I was recovering from "lots of African germs" as my grandfather put it, the following week was busy with job search, and then I just arrived home today from this weeks gallivant around Alaska, now that things are starting to thaw up. So I am quickly uploading these photos as a preview to the final Africa report, and letting everyone know that I have not been kidnapped by one of those horrible, ignorant, horny Moroccan men. (See porn Man and the men who chase)

Speaking of which, my last days in morocco had a small experience that was a fitting finale for my time there. As I was exploring the narrow, winding alleys of the Fez Medina, a man sidled up to me. Looking around, he judged when the crowds were out of ear shot enough to whisper to me "want Berber massage? wanna have fun? want sex?" I yelled at him "Get the FUCK away from me!"
"OK" he says in a cheerfull tone, and leaves. So accommodating these men are!