Morocco is a whirlwind of sights, sounds, smells. From the souks to the orange juice stands, the medinas are a constant attack of the senses until you are able to escape to a riad. Honestly, it was not my favorite place in my travels. It was very hard to be a solo female throughout mostContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: The leather of Fez, Morocco”
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Daily Wanderlust: the Fez tannery
During my time in Morocco, I hired a guide. Even though I swore I wouldn’t. I just got so worn down, tired of pretending to not hear the calls, tired of being on guard. When in Fez, and I met Sayid, I succumbed and let him take me around the old medina of Fez, whichContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: the Fez tannery”
Escape of the Week: A Turkish Camel
Turkey has some serious bus stops. Like, serious. These huge facilities greet thousands of visitors a day and come complete with restaurants, shops, pay-to-pee squat toilets, and more. They even wash the buses quickly when passengers disembark to stretch their legs. On the first day of my Fez Bus Tour through Turkey, we stopped betweenContinue reading “Escape of the Week: A Turkish Camel”
Fairytale land
Napping is a beautiful thing. When I wake-up from a nap I feel refreshed. Revived. Renewed. I woke up mid-afternoon in Goreme and quickly emerged from the damp cave to take in my surroundings. Scotty sat outside at picnic bench, working on paper work. A few minutes later, Claire emerged from her bed, too. ClaireContinue reading “Fairytale land”
The Fez night bus of discomfort
“All aboard,” Scotty said, standing outside the Fez bus as a group of 16 of us loaded ourselves in. It was 8 p.m. and we were leaving Olympos, headed to Goreme in the Cappidocia region of Turkey. The ride was going to be a long one — 10 hours — and get us in toContinue reading “The Fez night bus of discomfort”
Seeing stars
SCOTTY. I had never been happier to see someone walk down the hill as I was to see Scotty. “Hey there,” he said. I didn’t even let him finish introductions before I grabbed him, pulling him into a hug and expressing just how glad I was he was there I quickly filled him in onContinue reading “Seeing stars”
Running Scared
After a couple of hours at the beach, I went back to the hotel to shower and do some writing. I tried to sneak back into the hotel, I didn’t want to see Murat’s beady little eyes glaring at me. Fortunately, he was sleeping on the couch, so I didn’t have to talk to him.Continue reading “Running Scared”
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