Driving in Morocco: a Search for Solitude and Connection

Driving in Morocco

A funny thing happened on the way to Chefchaouen. We went driving in Morocco for three months. From Tangier to Tiglit and Marrakech to Merzouga, we steered our VW camper van toward adventure. Crossing desert landscapes and fording rivers cut through breathtaking gorges, we wound through the maze-like streets of medinas in …

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The Traveler as Ambassador: Around the World in 32 Teeth

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My new dentist, Dr. Patel, took a trip to several of the world’s countries last week while examining my teeth. It went like this: Dentist: Hmmm. (Tapping a tooth.) Me: Cartagena, Colombia. Dentist: Excuse me? Me: That tooth. I had it filled in Cartagena. Dentist: Ah yes. Perilous country. And …

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Travel Journals: the Mundane and the Moving

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Brian and I have recently considered drawing up our wills. So far, we mostly talk about it over rum and tonics with a healthy squeeze of lime, or a bracing prickly pear margarita. You’d think it would be an easy process. We don’t have kids, we’re not bazillionaires, we don’t have …

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Camels and Cabbage: the Art of Haggling in Morocco

She enters the medina in the historic city of Meknes as the market begins to hum with activity, and anticipates a morning of haggling. The sun is not yet high enough to find its way to the narrow lanes of the souk; no heat radiates from the stones beneath her feet. …

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The Art of Eavesdropping: What Happened to Flossie and Other Misadventures

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“Flossie died playing cards.” Like any good snoop and all-around Nosy Parker, my ears perked up as the unseen woman in the booth behind me spoke. Eavesdropping doesn’t get much better than this. I heard indistinct mumbling. Damn it, speak up! I silently urged her lunch partner, as my head …

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Who Says You Can’t Go Back?

“You eat the food here?” That was the question our guest asked. Tad was an American guy we met at a campground in Meknes, Morocco. We had invited him to join us for dinner the evening before and apparently he had been keeping an eagle eye on our activities, because …

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Green Pajamas and Reinvention Through Travel

At camp in Sale,, planning route south

In a Dispatch a while ago, I mentioned an Irish radio show I listened to one morning while driving from Ireland’s south coast up to Dublin. The show was about why people travel. Although it happened to be perfect timing for me to listen to the show, since I was trapped …

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