As the train began to lurch forward, someone grabbed me. I turned and saw a man from the lowest caste, the untouchables. His left eye was milky white, and the right one was missing. He used a stick to help him walk. Through a large scar on his head, I could see his ivory coloured […]Read more "Life Lesson #52 – Cattle Class"
After leaving Chefchaouen, we bussed north to Tangier and had soup in café Hafa, which apparently is where the Beatles used to go. You sit on terraces overlooking the Gibraltar Strait, and can see the lights of Spain across the water. It was too dark for a photo, but a very cool experience. Then, the […]Read more "Last 24 Hours in Morocco"