Hitchhiking Hope: The Best Day Ever To my absolute delight, the universe gave me an RV Family not long after I had begun standing on the side of the road. It was a big day. I was somewhere along the coast of Morocco, and airport bound. Marrakech was 264 kilometers inland. My wallet was down to a couple 20-dirham notes. Day… Read More
Morocco’s Hidden Ovens My nose was the first to notice furans, or Moroccan communal ovens. Wafts of warm bread drew me to these buildings, often hidden among the urban sprawl of mosques and residential riads. At the entrance of a furan there will likely be a stray cat or two, squatting and shrunken from the cold,… Read More
Hitchhiking Hope: In Pursuit Of Gigantic Stuffed Bread And The Sahara Desert They are so cute, standing in the arid grasslands at the frontier of the Sahara. Dromedary camels, I mean. It is said that in the South of Morocco, near Dakhla, in order to ask for the hand of a girl, you must gift her father a camel. And if the woman has been divorced, you… Read More