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Photo of the Week: Smile like you mean it!

Photo of the Week: Smile like you mean it!

We landed yesterday in Laos after a whole week in Siem Reap in Cambodia. Even though we ended up taking it easy in Siem Reap, it was still at times a very busy city, especially if you headed anywhere near the night market. The constant hassling with “You buy something?” or “You want tuk-tuk?” was very tiring … Continue reading »

Facing the horrors of our past – The Apartheid Musuem

Facing the horrors of our past – The Apartheid Musuem

I walk past seven pillars, each representing the seven principles of our constitution: Democracy, equality, reconciliation, diversity, responsibility, respect and freedom. I smile as I’m imensley proud that the birth our democracy was based on these, however around the corner of these pillars I’m faced with something which was so prevalent during those dark years … Continue reading »

Morocco… The Epilogue

Morocco… The Epilogue

I missed being in an Arab/Muslim country. Raquel had never been to one. A trip to Morocco would be perfect for an introduction to the Arab/Muslim world and it would be a perfect way for me to get my ‘Arab-world’ fix after going cold turkey for so long.

Ourika!!! What a valley!!!

Ourika!!! What a valley!!!

Our time in Morocco was short but I was intent on doing a day trip out of the city to either see some country side or desert. There were a couple of options, but considering our lack of time, the desert would be too far out and some of the other places simply didn’t look … Continue reading »

Lets get our Tagine on!!!

Lets get our Tagine on!!!

One thing Raquel and I were vaguely familiar with before going to Morocco was the cuisine. One of our favourite eateries in London is a small chain of Middle Eastern, Mediterranean and North African  restaurants called Del Aziz. We spent countless evenings there indulging on the great food and atmosphere (not to mention they have … Continue reading »

Bartering like a Berber in the Souks of Marrakesh

Bartering like a Berber in the Souks of Marrakesh

“In Morocco, my friend, nothing has fixed price…” Time after time, this was the sentence repeated endlessly in the souk by every stall owner, street vendor, henna artist or anyone ready to make a buck off an unknowing tourist. Playing the I-don’t-speak-your-language card will not work as they will repeat it in French, Spanish and any … Continue reading »

Marrakesh’s Manic Moped Medina

Marrakesh’s Manic Moped Medina

Any arab medina (old city) is a schizophrenic range of emotions and feeling living side by side. A quiet side can be a 5 minutes away from the hustle and bustle of the souks. Marrakech is different. Not because it´s not the same, but because this coexistence of chaos with serenity is even more visible … Continue reading »