Morocco – life like

We travelled as four into Morroco. Our van broke down in Saragosa, Spain, we fixed it in Tangier. My main memory is the little bumb we did when arriving at the port in Tarifa in south of spain. One night in a hostel right at the Strait of Gibraltar that disconnects Europe from Africa by only 13 km.

We leave early in the morning, barely a jog from the hostel. We step onto the ferry, leave the van in the belly and enjoy the ride. There is an old american memory anchored in this part of the world. Jimmy Hendrix, the beat generation all had reported on the oriental promise it holds.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2010/nov/23/tangier-william-burroughs-naked-lunch

After some relaxing days in the high atlas, with hikes and camping, I travelled off towards Marrakesh, buzzling City of سوق . Find a sweet stop at Essouria and travel back to the inner Atlas.

Cities like Fes and Meknes

It takes long busride to get here, one of them peaking at 12 hours. The latter one a city with little tourist ambition remains still as daily life sweeps through it lightfilled corners.

As I made my days through the city and tried to capture something that felt more life like than the globalized frontlines of Hallo, Guten Tag! Möchten Sie … etwas kaufen? to kind hearted, warm, people, genuine exhaustion and a secret place for pride.

Digicam 2013

Canon Digicam 2013

I spent the first day in Istanbul looking for new shoes. After nearly a month of walking on greek roads my blue 5 Euro linen sandals would just not cut it anymore. Spending 2 hours through busses, taxis and whatnot i found new, good boots but no way back. An Imam literally appeared out of nowhere to help.

I am not entirely sure how he knew or where he got the time to accompany me back but he had guessed right. I wasn’t able to get back to the center even half an hour into the return travel. But here I was, this bridge and then the right, two steps up and simply straight until the sign. And this time, it came with another surprise.