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The little old man of Bab Doukkala

05 Sunday Mar 2017

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Bab Doukkala is my neighborhood in Marrakech, Morocco. It’s where my guesthouse / riad, Dar Basyma, is located. A gritty place with few to no tourists, it’s an authentic neighborhood with authentic people living authentic lives. Natural. Unassuming. Vibrant.

Soon after opening Dar Basyma, we met a gentle man we called L’Abadee, which means ‘old man’ in one of the African languages, or at least that’s what we surmised. Nonetheless, this man was dubbed that by us, even though he was probably only in his 50’s or 60’s. He owned a cardboard-lined, wire cart which he used to haul things for hire. Taking an immediate liking to him, he became our “luggage man,” toting luggage for the guests at Dar Basyma, which he did happily and with a toothless smile!

Over the next year and a half, we became as close as we could, considering we don’t speak the same language. He was the first person who greeted me when I arrived to the neighborhood and the last to bid me farewell. I looked forward to seeing him. When he was sick, I took him to the pharmacy and bought whatever medication I thought would help him, with the help of a diagnosis by the pharmacist. The team at the house did what we could for him, offering a little extra cash for the work he did for us, just to help him. He was kind and sweet and we all wanted to do whatever we could for him.

One day my business partner, Mokhtar, announced that L’Abadee had died. He died. I couldn’t grasp it. I knew he had been sick the last time I saw him, but I never suspected the sickness would kill him. When? I asked. No one knew, Mokhtar said. But apparently it was true since no one had seen him for at least 4 months. I was due to visit within days and I couldn’t imagine the neighborhood – – or even my visits to Morocco – – without him. The news was devastating.

On a quiet evening in autumn, soon after I arrived in Marrakech, the doorbell rang. we glanced at the computer image of the security camera aimed at the front door. No one was there; just the palms on either side of the front door. Then Mokhtar announced, “It’s L’Abadee!” I leapt up and flung open the door, helping the frail old man inside. He was alive! I couldn’t believe it. Instinctively I hugged him and felt his bones poking at me through his thin clothing. He must’ve weighed only 30 kg (65-70 pounds)! But he was alive. We couldn’t believe it.

While Mokhtar and L’Abadee spoke, I could see inside his gandora, (traditional dress for a man in Morocco), and saw tubing and a bag. Putting 2+2 together, between this and his very yellow skin, I determined he had liver cancer. Mokhtar confirmed it. We both hunched that he had probably just left the hospital as he had little strength and was out of breath from the walk to the house.

Desperate to tell him what he meant to me – – and thankful for this second chance! – – I spoke fast English to him even knowing that he didn’t understand. I needed to express my feelings for him. Luckily Mokhtar jumped in and translated as L’Abadee listened, with a slight smile, as we (they) spoke. We hugged, gave him the equivalent of 20USD and he was on his way. As quickly as he had arrived. In and out. Leaving behind a whirlwind of emotion.

After closing the door we went to the computer image of the security camera and watched as he leaned against the wall to adjust his tubing, his gandora, himself. And then he was gone. I knew that would be the last time I saw him.

In stunned silence we sat there. What had just happened!? After 4 months, this man came to see  us! Unbelievable.

We had to go to the parking lot so we could share with the workers there our excitement that our friend was still alive. Zachariah, my favorite attendant, greeted us. We excitedly told our news about L’Abadee. His face fell and he stepped backwards and told us to stop! Stop talking about this, it can’t be true! He treated us like we were liars and refused to believe us. So we left. It was clear that L’Abadee had only visited us.

A few weeks later we got news from the parking attendants that L’Abadee had officially died. A man in the neighborhood, who remains anonymous, paid for his hospital stay and a group of the parking attendants collected enough money to pay for a proper burial.

L’Abadee left this earth knowing he was loved. ❤

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Departures: Morocco

12 Sunday Apr 2015

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Say YES

24 Sunday Aug 2014

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I’ve said it before on this blog, but I’ll say it again: if you keep saying yes in life, it’s hard telling what will happen or where you’ll end up. Take for example these recent doings. Since I love Morocco and have an interest in pretty much everything surrounding travel, new cultures/people, and real estate, I decided to pursue my plan to buy a riad, or guesthouse, in Marrakech. A real big deal, but only one part of this story.

Here’s another part. My best friend, Laurel Lindahl, is a producer/director and writer, among other things (like jokester, comedian, brownie-batter-eater, etc…). She recently won her second Emmy Award for a documentary film, linked below.

http://vimeopro.com/ebenandelle/the-ketchikan-story-project

So she knows what she’s doing. And she’s good at it. That got the two of us talking. Since I’m interested in buying a riad and she has experience with documentary filmmaking, why not film the whole riad-buying experience? Why not make it into a marketable piece of film for some such use down the road? We got excited about this so loosely laid out a plan where we would travel to Morocco in November 2014 and bring a filmmaker with us to capture some footage.

And then things progressed even more. Mokhtar, my friend in Morocco, wants to visit the USA so last week went to the US Embassy to interview for a visa. They kept his passport, which is a real good sign that they’re going to allow him to visit. At least that’s what we’re thinking. So that’s another part of the story.

But there’s more. Since I’m going to Morocco over Labor Day weekend (next week!) to check out riads, why not bring a filmmaker along for a few days to film the experience? And why not ask the one filmmaker whom you have heard so much about and with whom you really want to work? And besides, he lives in Amsterdam, which makes the flight so much more manageable. So we quickly devised a plan and emailed him asking if he was available. He is. We asked him if he wanted to work with us and if he would provide costs involved. He does, and he did. And now I’ve booked his flight and we’re making plans for an entirely different trip than I originally planned!

And also, on this end in the States, we’re going to meet with another filmmaker and storyteller who will create a video for a Kickstarter campaign so we can get the film funded. And since Mokhtar will presumably be visiting in the next month or so, we will be able to work with him during his visit for the Kickstarter video and for a film we will do about his life as well as the lives of other Moroccans.

We came up with this idea a few months ago, but all details have transpired in less than 24 hours. The project has already evolved into more than we thought and we will keep moving forward with our ideas as long as things are falling into place. We will keep saying YES and see where we end up. More here as it happens!

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The Art of Doing Nothing, Or How I Spend My Free Time

29 Saturday Jun 2013

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I love this blog post from one of those I follow. It’s worth reading!

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I once read or heard somewhere that Americans don’t know how to relax. Like we’re so busy all the time that we don’t know how to simply ‘be’ without something to engage our hands and minds. With our iPods and 3G, we’ve altogether rejected ‘the art of doing nothing.’

Not surprisingly, Moroccans are masters of this.

Countless times have I seen Moroccans squat idly along the side of a road, perhaps waiting for a taxi or perhaps waiting for nothing at all. I often wonder how Moroccans can sit so idly, whether at home, on a bus, or in some other public place.

By virtue then, I frequently find myself engaged in ‘activities’ when free time presents itself to me. So recently when my sister asked what I did in my free time, I thought to make a list of just how exactly I’ve spent my free time constructively in…

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Standby Park, or the handyman park

02 Sunday Jun 2013

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There are parks in cities around Morocco where men gather each day, scattering themselves around a park in the center of town. In front of them they place their tools of the trade. A painter: a bucket filled with rollers and brushes. A home repair guy: a ladder (the fold-up kind) and other various tools. An electrician: wires and whatnot. A plumber: well, you get the picture.

There they sit. Waiting. So if I needed someone to do something for me, I’d go there in the morning, negotiate the price, and he’d come and do the work for me. Voilla! Cool concept.

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The value of education

31 Friday May 2013

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It’s cliche to say, but education and our health are two of our most important possessions. Without either we don’t have much. Education is something I know I have taken for granted in my life. For one reason or another I didn’t apply myself when in school. I didn’t realize its value. And I’ve seen it happen to dozens of other people in my life: they choose to have fun more than to choose to learn.

In Morocco, there are thousands or millions of children living in the middle of seemingly nowhere who have no transportation to even get to their schools to learn. They walk or take a taxi or hitchhike each day to and from school. We picked up a girl and took her to school one day. Her walk would have been about 3 miles. We also picked up a young boy carrying a spiral notebook and took him 5 miles or more to his school. When we arrived at his school, there was nothing but boys milling about. That’s because girls are too valuable to have at home for housework and animal-tending to send to school. And also because the value of a boys’ education is greater than that of a girl’s to a family. It’s a fact. That’s how they think – – and I’m not saying that’s right or wrong. The fact that so many people believe it means there must be reasons for it. But it causes a literal ache in my belly to think of it. For one, it’s hard for the boys to get there. But for two, the girls aren’t even given a shot, in most cases. There is no transportation to and from school anywhere in Morocco. There are, though, social services that will provide vans and busses, but they are unreliable and sporadic. 

It makes me want to get a fleet of vans and help a community educate its children. But that would only be a drop in the bucket. 

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Me, Saqina, and Haja

25 Saturday May 2013

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Me and Saqina

25 Saturday May 2013

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TV Chef Explores Tangier

15 Wednesday May 2013

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Love this guy! He’s edgy and so is this installment of ‘Parts Unknown.’ Makes me look forward to next time I visit Morocco and I visit Tangier.

Tangier, Morocco

 

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Famous TV chef, Anthony Bourdain, recently visited Tangier, Morocco for the show Parts Unknown in search of good food and an experience of its storied culture.  He shares some local dinner table manners:

“Like anywhere else in the Arab world,” explained Bourdain, “eating with your hands — always the right one — is proper dining etiquette.”

In the article from CNN, Bourdain talked to some locals about the young artists, writers and musicians who come to Tangier today expecting a 1950s wonderland – and the fight to keep Tangier’s unique character alive.  This international city that drew famous wanderers became a melting pot for culture and entertainment.  But today, it’s slowly developing into a modern metropolis while retaining its old world style and flair.

“Tangier is Morocco,” Bourdain exclaimed. “Always was Morocco. And recently the country’s leadership seems to have embraced it in all its ill-reputed glory…

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A quick end

15 Friday Mar 2013

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Altstadt, cologne strike, Dusseldorf, old town

The week flew by. And it was a good mix of work and fun. I was able to sightsee, rest, work, and stay up late with people I enjoy. A very good time. And kind of a letdown to have it be over.

We ended the week with a party last night at the Rheinstrassen Theater, where all of our events were held. It was an impressive set-up with food everywhere, free-flowing alcohol all night, and about 2000 people. Two live acts performed, the first being John Miles, a guy from England that I have never heard before but really liked. Quite a show with pyro and lights. Fun. For me the night ended a little too late, allowing myself only about 3 hours of sleep before an international flight the next morning.

After forcing myself to eat something (something greasy and fizzy preferably), I made my way to the airport with ample time only to realize that there is a security worker strike Monday through Friday and few flights are able to depart. So I sat there for 3 hours while they figured out what to do with us. And it turned out the new flight for which I am scheduled departs from Dusseldorf on Saturday morning. Rather than take the train I decided to hire a taxi because it’s just easier and more convenient.

I went to the Radisson Blu to get my bearings since that’s where I had spent so much time during the week. And I was able to scam on my colleagues’ internet access since there’s no un-secure WiFi in Germany, apparently. (Every connection requires a password that no one will give out) So I waved to the first guy in the taxi line and he came to get me. Right away I recognized him and he me. Turns out this guy had picked me up at another location a few days ago and we had struck up quite a conversation and both noted how fun it was to talk. He mentioned then that he wished it had been a longer trip so we would have had longer to chat! Well, here we were again and ready to take a 45 minute trip to Dusseldorf. What a strange fluke that was. Serendipity.

I walked around Dusseldorf today and burned off some energy, revived my tired body, and enjoyed this beautiful city. It’s much smaller than Cologne and I think much more quaint. Very fun. I had espresso in a corner cafe, shopped in an open air market, bought heavy brown bread at a bakery, and took a lot of photos. Then I finished the day off at a pub highly recommended by at least three of the locals I asked. It was great to just sit and eat authentic German food and drink a few beers and regroup. And now I’ll get some sleep before returning home tomorrow sometime.

An excellent vacation and actually one of the saddest to see come to an end.

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The little Berber village – – and the music!

15 Sunday Apr 2012

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The music in a particular Berber village we visited was phenomenal. One of the guys who entertained us one evening at the auberge we stayed at (where the guy from the UK ended up dying…) plays the lotar. He is a silversmith by day and a lotar player by night! A lotar, is a Moroccan guitar, made of a “leg of a bed” or any turned wood, a bowl covered with henna-painted goat skin for the body and 4-6 strings; it is approximately 36″x 10.5″x 8″ and there are generally colorful paintings all over it. And it sounds so great in the right hands.

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Beer and bowling, but skip the bowling.

22 Monday Nov 2010

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On Monday it was overcast and thick.  It never really rained but did want to, it seemed.  Susan left me a note in the morning saying she was keen to rest in the morning rather than scurry off and do things.  Happy about that myself, I went downstairs to blog and catch up on computer-ing.  After lollygagging in the room a bit and making a game plan together we headed off to grab a bite next door.  The most delicious restaurant with an outstanding atmosphere is literally right next door so we enjoyed a great meal of steamed dumplings, fried dumplings, greens w garlic (yum!), and a spicy fried rice w fish.  I have photos of all the food and plan to load them when I am able to use my own computer. 

Next on the list: to the mall (I say it like there’s only one; there are many).  We went to a mall that had at least 5 stories and sold everything under the sun.  Shopping, marketing, and status would appear to be the words of the day for Japan.  And the stores are packed full of everything under the sun in dense numbers.  Boots line the aisles one after the other.  Backpacks pack the shelves.  Furry purses and gorgeous things drew us in.  But here I am with an already-too-packed backpack so there is no way I can make a purchase if if Iwanted to.  It will be necessary to visit a post office in Kyoto in order to relieve myself of some things by sending them home – – including the computer bag  I will no longer need now that I bought a proper backpack to carry my stuff around in. 

During our shopping adventure Amy and Colin rang and asked us to meet them for a beer and a round of bowling (is it called a round? Or what?).  We met them at the train station and found the bowling place.  It’s on the 7th floor of a gaming building called Big Box.  The place is filled with stuff like video games, those dancing things with lights that you have to coordinate your feet on (Colin does an excellent impersonation of these dancing machines!), indoor golf with a golf school and the like.  The place was filled with teenagers and the fact that there was no beer served at the bowling lanes drove home the fact that this place was for kids.  Deciding that we wanted to go get beer first, we told the girl behind the desk what our plan was.  We could tell by her expression that she thought we meant we were going to go get beer and bring it back to the place.  This was confirmed when she sent an English-speaking guy to tell us alcohol was prohibited.

All we wanted was to go somewhere for a beer and a rest first, then we’d come back to bowl.   Recalling that there had been a guy in a sandwich board out front handing out advertisements for a certain place with cheap beer, we went out of Big Box to find him and figure out where to go.  Not understanding his directions, he helped us understand that he would take us there.  We followed him up to the place and were sat in a booth where we promptly ordered appetizers and beer.  Turns out it’s one of these club card places, like Granite City or the like.  We paid for a club card, then got the low-price beers, still a good deal.  And the food was delicious.  Skip the bowling!  We were happy to drink beer, eat, and talk about various things including Japanese culture from Amy’s perspective whilst living here and teaching English.  She has a lot of interesting observations about the culture here from her conversations with her students.  It was interesting. 

We made a plan to go to the fish market on Tuesday, set a time of 6:45 a.m. and a meeting place, then separated for the evening.  Susan and I headed back to the hotel to organize my backpack and to pack up to be ready to depart for Kyoto tomorrow.  Then headed over to our favorite restaurant where we enjoyed more dumplings, more greens, and a delicious pork dish than had us moaning in pleasure with every single bite.  And I am not kidding.  It was heavenly!!

A low-key but delightful day!

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Nikko is Nippon and “is that Mt. Fuji?”

21 Sunday Nov 2010

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On Sunday morning, my first morn in Japan, I meandered downstairs to breakfast of bread and jam and for a few minutes of internetting.  We then made our way to the Uyeno station where we met up with Susan’s friend Colin and his girlfriend Amy.  Colin is traveling in Asia on business and was able to meet up with Susan a week or so ago in Beijing.  It was then that they realized we would all be in Tokyo at the same time.  After a short cell phone call to pinpoint our locale at the train station we were able to meet up quickly.  It helps that there are very few Westerners around so we rather stick out, but it is in general very easy to get around in this place.  So far everything is well-laid out and understandable if you take the time to read the signs.  We decided to take the slow train to Nikko partly for money’s sake.  Susan and I already have unlimited rail passes through the whole of Japan so it didn’t matter at all to us  but Colin and Amy had not purchased ahead.  And since one cannot purchase a tourist pass in this country, they were relegated to purchasing as they go.  The shinkansen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinkansen) is the fast train, the bullet train.  The mack daddy of trains.  So although that train is already a part of our unlimited JR rail package, it was considered too expensive for Colin and Amy, thus our decision to take the slow train.

The trip to Nikko is about 3 hours by slow train.  And it’s not the worst thing to do when you’re wanting time with friends and want to see the scenery of the beautiful autumn leaves along the way!  And such beauty!  Reds and oranges of the most deep and brilliant color amongst the green of the conifers.  It rivals anything I’ve seen in the states, including out East.  The train ride was most excellent as we had time to laugh, talk, and get to know one another.  And it was great people-watching as well.  Best of all, we are the only tourist-y types I have seen that are non-Japanese.  One gets the feeling so far that we are experiencing real life, not a life set up for the sake of tourism.

As it became more mountainous my ongoing comment/question was: is that Mt. Fuji?  It has become a sort of trademark for me to ask ridiculous questions and make crazy comments during my relationship w Susan, starting on our Antarctic voyage last year.  So I am carrying on the tradition.  “Unless there is a sign telling me this isn’t Mt. Fuji, I’m assuming it is,” I say!  Now if we don’t make it to the actual mountain, I’ll be fine because of the many Mt. Fujis I saw on the way to Nikko. (Not to mention on the flight in when I saw the sun set right beside the mount!  Spectacular to see the volcanic mountain looming above the clouds!)

Nikko is a small town known for its beautiful forest, World Heritage UNESCO sites, and ansen or hot springs, among other things.  It reminds me of Ushuaia, Argentina, the jumping-off point for Antarctica.  It also reminds me of a Swiss mountain town or Liechtenstein.  It is quaint and adorable.  Since it took us so long to arrive, we didn’t have much time as it was and unfortunately we were hungry so stopped at a great spot for noodles.  “One hour is pl-en-ty to visit, Nikko!” Colin joked).  As good as those noodles were, lunch slowed us up a bit for the rest of our time making it impossible to truly discover the shrines and sites.  But it was still beautiful and a great getaway spot for our first 24 hours in Japan.  We missed the hot springs, unfortunately, but hopefully will get the chance to visit some as unique as the ones in Nikko along the rest of our trip. 

Since everything closed at 5 and it begins getting dark at 4:30, we made our way down through the town to find ourselves a pub so we could grab some beers before the journey home.  We found a great spot (pictures to follow) and enjoyed our own company and beer (and stale nuts and some strange appetizers involving crunchiness wrapped around some kind of a bean curd) there for a few hours before heading down to the train station for Colin/Amy to buy tickets home.  Much to Colin’s delight, the pair of them decided to splurge on tickets for the shinkansen on the way home.  Whilst waiting in the train station for our own train, one of the other shinkansen barrelled by like a bullet and we were left in its wind wake shaking in our boots and squealing with excitement!  What a rush!  I can’t wait to get video of it next time and I can’t hardly stop thinking about it!  Riding the thing you have no idea you’re going at the speed of light (really only about 200 mph), especially at night.  Our train was nearly full with a seating arrangement and look of a jet airliner inside.  I am excited to experience it in daylight and to see the scenery whir past!

There are signs all over the train ‘Nikko is Nippon’, meaning Nikko is old-Japan, I think, since Nippon is the term (generally an older term) meaning Japan.  We had fun repeating this phrase over and over…  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan

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Planes, trains, no automobile

20 Saturday Nov 2010

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I rode flight 619 to Tokyo as a sardine.  The sardine on the bottom of the can.  The one squished between the bottom of the can and the next sardine.  And it seemed the whole plane did not sleep, unlike the usual trans-Pacific flights I have been on.  And I don’t think it was because of the many children under 5 on board.  But I don’t know what it was.  Thankfully, I managed to catch a few minutes’ sleep but nothing like I am used to getting on a plane.  And nothing like I would have gotten had I been in first class…  It was a huge understatement when I announced to Susan, my travel mate, then that “I prefer to fly first class.”  No duh.  Who doesn’t?  It was a funny pronouncement but what I meant to say is: I am going to try to fly first class home because I cannot endure another flight like that.  It didn’t help that I was on the cusp of first class – – they were right in front of me lying prostrate in their little recliners with their down duvets and pillows.  That will be me on the way home, I vowed.

Upon arrival to Narita I realized I had to jump-to and get my wits about me to figure out what’s next.  After making it through the requisite check stops, having a left/right index finger print taken (I could not get it on the first try and had to try again; I didn’t know you had to push down once your fingers were in place), having my photo taken (worse than a drivers license pic and like there, no do-over even though I scrunched up my nose at the guy for the international non-verbal meaning, “Yuck!”) and getting my bag (the too-huge backpack I’ve committed to lugging around), I was ready to figure out the next step: getting to the Sutton Place Hotel in Ueno, Tokio.  (I’m already picking up the correct spellings). 

I followed the well-marked path to the Japan Rail (JR) station where I was to turn in my voucher for an unlimited 14-day rail pass.  You cannot purchase these rail passes in Japan; it must be done prior to arrival.   I was told the process and procedures, given a ticket with the verbal instruction, “3 minute that way!”  Off I went.  And happily, I made it!  With plenty o’ time to spare.  In Tokyo I did as I was told and switched to the green line, the Yamanonte line, and proceeded to ride it 4 stops to Ueno.  I promptly found the Iriya exit and endeavored to find the hotel.  My insticnts are most usually correct and I headed not-to-far out of the way and found my way correctly by asking a policeman who non-verbally explained how to go.  The hotel is literally 30 seconds from the door of the train station!  How perfect.

I arrived in the super-small room (about 100 square feet) and took photos of the thing but had no room to get a good shot so stood in the hallway and looked in.  It is small – – and there are two of us!  No matter, though, because we won’t be in this room much.  I organized my bags, showered, and took a short nap before Susan began texting with her ETA.  After having a taxi that broke down and having to change mid-stream, she arrived in one piece and we stayed up until 2 a.m. talking about everything under the sun as though not a minute had passed since our time together one year ago! 

After a good nights’ sleep I am in the hotel lobby having bread/jam and coffee and writing this blog.  There is no WiFi in this hotel so I am using the computer provided by the hotel – – the one with all of the Japanese characters.  租意日d用アド案dウィll他lkと用ァ手r。(So for now, I bid you ado and will plan to write more later).

We are off to Nikko for the day with Colin Hickey and his girlfriend (friends of Susan’s from the mother country) where we plan to lounge in the natural hot springs and drink some wine.

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  • Nomadic Matt's Travel Site
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  • Travel Notes by Mr. and Mrs. Globetrot
  • Turkey Travel Guide

Food! Glorious food!

  • Street food in Marrakech

Stuff worth knowing

  • Barbara Robinson's Trip Report – Istanbul
  • Definition 'kasbah'
  • Definition 'riad'
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  • Morocco Travel Guide
  • Turkey Travel Guide
  • Volubilis, Morocco: about it

My traveling past in Flickr photos

...dunkler Himmel über StykkishólmurPapučica / Slipper flower (Calceolaria herbeohybrida)Dreamlike PathASUNDERAmuse-GueuleWinter over the Grand Union Canal …"The Unknown From The Seine"Free  Feature • Read the 'Behind the scene' storyMare d'inverno
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