There seems to be a publishing equivalent of waiting for buses: I wait weeks for a bit of my work to move from the ‘accepted’ pile, only for two pieces to make it to the ‘published’ pile in a week. However long it takes, it’s great to see my name… Continue reading
My legs aren’t too interested in Melilla’s hilliness. I take a direct route to what I had considered the fort, in fact Old Melilla, a series of 4 fortified precincts providing layer after layer of defence. Its not so much an old town as a giant castle rising and falling… Continue reading
With only 4 km between Tabarka and Algeria, I have to cross over to Europe. Algeria is one of those places that makes getting a visa very very hard. So I board the Carthage for Marseille, France. I nap until its more or less time for sunset at 6.15 that… Continue reading
Africa from Gibraltar Confusingly, Morocco is 2 hours behind Gibraltar at the moment, meaning I arrived in Tangiers about 5 minutes before I departed Spain. Had a delicious Tagine for dinner, but that, together with the romanticism of the call of the muezzin with the golden sun bathing the… Continue reading
