Fes and Marrakech My first couple of days in Morocco, in the medina of Tangier, were a bit of a shock. Coming from a city where people hardly even make eye contact or speak to strangers, it was a very different experience being stared at, called out to, sized up, and...
My faith in humanity (and Moroccans) was restored in a trip to the “blue city” of Chefchaouen. This was after a bit of a rough landing that turned into a couple of days in Tangier. To start with, I ended up taking a ship from Algeciras (Spain) to the “wrong” port -...
Le centre historique The relative smallness of Europe is somehow surprising. It took only about 5 hours of high-speed (TGV) train travel (plus a 2h layover) to get from Brussels to Montpellier, on the south coast of France. High speed rail seems to me one of the most...
It's a beautiful Fall day in Vancouver. I've succeeded so far in containing my stuff to one carry-on pack (plus a camera bag) and my new folding bike. It's a Dahon and met my "smallest foldable suze" criteria, fitting in a box or suitcase of regular checked baggage...