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.