Making You Jealous in Essaouira, Morocco

Making You Jealous in Essaouira, Morocco

Hello and welcome to my final instalment of making you jealous in Morocco. For those who follow a linear progression of this blog, you’ll know that I’m already back home in Shanghai and so (wormholes in space-time not withstanding) I technically can’t make you jealous 

The Ridiculously Awesome Cats Who Run Morocco

The Ridiculously Awesome Cats Who Run Morocco

Morocco is, from what I have gathered over the past month of fairly intensive travel around the country, governed exclusively by cats. People are there, sure, but they are peripheral when it comes to internal politics. I have a feeling that this feline governance is 

Sometimes… Sometimes I just HATE travel: Notes on, er, just that (with cute cat pics!)

Sometimes… Sometimes I just HATE travel: Notes on, er, just that (with cute cat pics!)

Note: this one is long. If you’re not up for a long one, I’ve added cute cat photos from Morocco. Enjoy. Sitting in a pleasant little organic cafe at Charles de Gaulle airport, with a lovely mini bottle of quite decent white wine and a 

Making You Jealous in Marrakech, Morocco

Making You Jealous in Marrakech, Morocco

We had a really crappy day on the road to Marrakech. There was no Marrakech Express- at least, not running during the day. We had to change in Casablanca, en route from Tangier.  Out the door by 7am, not arriving until past 6pm.  On the 

Making You Jealous in Tangier, Morocco

Making You Jealous in Tangier, Morocco

So, Tangier. We came here because Doug was sick as a doug dog in Chefchaouen and we needed to go somewhere less strenuous than our previous intended destination, which was the freaking southern desert area. Camels and Bedouin and all. Not good when you’re ill. 

On Ramadan, Tummy Bugs and Food Porn: Notes from Chefchaouen

On Ramadan, Tummy Bugs and Food Porn: Notes from Chefchaouen

I’m not even going to bother writing an impractical guide to Chefchaouen. It would consist wholly of stifling hot bedrooms, baking hot terraces, rumbling tummies, fevered brows, the same stretches of empty and well-trodden lane, closed doors, silence. You’d have to be floored with a 

Making You Jealous in Chefchaouen, Morocco

Making You Jealous in Chefchaouen, Morocco

We are now in Chefchaouen, Morocco. If anyone has a spare million dollars or so for me to buy my own riad here, I’d be much obliged. I really need to live here. Seriously. This edition of Making You Jealous is going to be a 

Making You Jealous in Fes, Morocco

Making You Jealous in Fes, Morocco

Perhaps after my last Fes post you might think I’d be skipping the jealousy series for that city. But no, that would be absurd. Fes is gorgeous. It’s just hard sometimes to see the forest for the touts. There is plenty for me to torment 

Notes on Travelling in Fes, Morocco During the First Few Days of Ramadan

Notes on Travelling in Fes, Morocco During the First Few Days of Ramadan

  This was going to be two posts originally, one about Ramadan in Fes and one about trying (note the emphasis on trying) to be an independent traveller in Fes.  The more I made notes (I couldn’t do my usual silver-shovel unedited, quickly posted  word-dump 

A Totally Impractical Guide to Morocco: Casablanca!

A Totally Impractical Guide to Morocco: Casablanca!

I’m not just here to give you completely useless information about China, no. Every so often, I do get out and go to other countries. Today, I’m in Morocco. Yes, just like that. I’m sneaky that way. Ladies and gents, I give you the most 

Making You Jealous in Meknès, Morocco

Making You Jealous in Meknès, Morocco

So, we are now in Meknès, about 3.5 hours by train from Casablanca and ever so much more likeable. This is the Meknès medina where we are staying.     And after we arrived yesterday noonish, with the sun blazing down with peculiar ferocity, we retreated into 

Making you jealous in Casablanca

Making you jealous in Casablanca

I was going to write a long, thoughtful post about arriving in Morocco and getting terribly, terribly lost in Casablanca today. I was going to make joyful noises about the realization that my French is still very much there, somewhere under the surface of the