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As always, a lot has happened since my last blog; including a little trip to Africa. This time it was not the slums of Uganda or the jungle of Ghana, but a holiday in Morocco.
A lovely place, Aladdin meets Africa meets the East End of London. It felt strange being a tourist in amongst such poverty in places, but I was assured that tourism is the main source of income.
I was woken each morning with the Islamic call to prayer at 4:40am, starting from minarets on the other side of the Medina (المدينة القديمة), the cry to God (haunting to the unaccustomed ear) reaching the Mosque just next to where I am staying as if it has been passed along the rooftops by a lazy current.
The Sun burning fiercely until mid-morning, I hid inside the thick walls of the Riad (رياض) reading.
Each of the three days I spent there followed a similar routine - reading, drinking, getting lost, eating, getting lost, reading, bed. It was perfect.
Thank you Morocco.
A lovely place, Aladdin meets Africa meets the East End of London. It felt strange being a tourist in amongst such poverty in places, but I was assured that tourism is the main source of income.
I was woken each morning with the Islamic call to prayer at 4:40am, starting from minarets on the other side of the Medina (المدينة القديمة), the cry to God (haunting to the unaccustomed ear) reaching the Mosque just next to where I am staying as if it has been passed along the rooftops by a lazy current.
The Sun burning fiercely until mid-morning, I hid inside the thick walls of the Riad (رياض) reading.
Each of the three days I spent there followed a similar routine - reading, drinking, getting lost, eating, getting lost, reading, bed. It was perfect.
Thank you Morocco.
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