Tribute

This is the 7th week I've spent in Morocco in a period of more than two months. Thanks to global warming it's been icy cold and the amount of water that fell from the sky was catastrophical for some of Morocco's inhabitants. If not their unfortunate end.

Finally at the end of this november I've seen some sun... accompanied with snow. The Atlas mountains become stunningly beautiful this way. The snow creates a contrast with the red and brown of the Atlas. When previously I glanced with dignity at the Atlas I was now engulfed with awe.

Thanks to the same global warming I previously spend a two hour camel ride in a rainstorm. But now the sky was clear and I looked forward to a night in the desert. When I was a kid I learned that deserts cool off at night and can reach below zero temperatures. Surely this wasn't going to happen when I was there. And it didn't!
But that didn't stop me from becoming an ice cube while being seated on the most uncomfortable means of transport in human history.
While being tortured with something they call a saddle and seeing my hands become more blue than the colour they're used to have, I could finally enjoy a blue sky with some desert dunes.

Fading

Slowly I'll be walking away on my latest subject as I'm back in Belgium. Even though from now within two weeks my feet will be planted back here, in Morocco.
Future journeys are still lingering in obscurity. Maybe I will finally be able to post some stuff from inside Guatemala, now my camera is back to normal.

Or maybe I'll get stuck here. Though in all honesty, I'm not really looking forward to that.

My two last days here were spent in Casablanca. It flabbergasted me with it's size. It's different neighbourhoods that all have what a big city like this must have. It is a pity that what the French build here now looks like a withered bunch of white roses. It still has the grandeur but is now merely in decay. But after a touristic Morocco it is a welcom variance. The huge gap between rich and poor is more clearly here than in any other city I've been in Morocco. The center is flocked with beggars. In contrast you find exclusive clubs at the Corniche that even for me are expensive to visit.

Very surprisingly you also have a lot of bars in the city center. Every street has some. During the night you find them fueled by drunks and hookers. And that for a muslim country. Made me decide not to visit any of them, drink a thee and read my book on a tranquil terrace in the november cold.