In the Sahara....

One night in the desert. It was tranquility with not a single city light to be seen. There must have been a billion stars that came out that night. We stayed in a Touareg's tent where they served us tagine and sang songs of love and nature. We drank mint tea and stayed up as long as we could.

A sandstorm on the way to the Sahara. The tiny bits of sand can really cut through skin in no time. My lower legs were exposed so I suffered the sting. Luckily I had my scarf to protect my face.

Ryad Bahia

In Meknes, I met an incredibly fascinating woman named Bouchra Jamai who together with her husband, ran this ryad within the medina. She was not only highly-educated, speaking 5 languages, but she was also very well-travelled. This is her ryad, the Ryad Bahia. When you are in Morocco, you must stay in one of these traditional style town houses. They are beautiful and give you a sense of being in an Arabic country. I'm afraid my photos probably do not do justice to the splendour of this dwelling but at least you get the picture.

Overcast morning in Tangier

I will never forget the first morning I found myself in Morocco. I was awoken to the blair of sirens: A call to prayer at dawn. It was still dark outside and my friends and I were recovering still from a turbulent ferry ride across the Strait of Gibraltar the night before. We came by way of Tarifa in Spain. This used to be a conduit reserved only for EU passport holders so we had the privilege of being one of the first few non-EU tourists to make the crossing. This photo was taken from the terrace of Hotel Continental, perched high above the port.

AGO - King Tut's Treasures

I just love how much light this place allows because of all the big windows. I wish I could do this for my new house!

This was supposedly a piece of art. Not sure of what though.

I recently visited the AGO for King Tut's Treasures. I couldn't take any photos inside so I took photos of the outside instead. Even then, I had to be careful of what images I could snap. I had not been to the AGO since Frank Ghery's makeover but it was a nice treat. Reminded me of the interior of the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, except of course, no titanium walls.