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“Live Like A Local”, They Said. (My Top 10 Fave AirBnb Homes)

The call to prayer echoed through Fez’s donkey dung-smelling alleys and towards the nearby hills. Booming as it was, the noise from the tumultuous crowd of campaigners (election in Morocco was to take place in a few days) three levels below was still very audible. We were on the rooftop of a dar we hired…

Fond Farewell To Pre-School Nomadism

33 countries under her teeny crocheted belt. Some people think that, for her age, it ain’t nothing but a number. Sure, she can’t remember all the country names (and never correctly pronounced most of them). She can’t remember the tens of airports she passed through (though the memory lingers briefly for she’s got a photographic…

The Brag Corner: UNESCO World Heritage Sites I’ve Visited

Like, someone cares. And that’s why such wee space in this blog is aptly named “The Brag Corner”. You see, on a sizzling hot day in Leon, Nicaragua when I don’t feel like sightseeing nor working, I think of trivial things to do. Today, I thought of tallying the world heritage sites I have stepped…

Meknes, Morocco: Riad Hiba

The cab sped off and left us a bit disoriented. At least the driver pointed towards a small alley before he hopped back in his vehicle. That was a start. If you’ve been in Morocco long enough, you’d know that entering an innocent looking alley means possibly getting in some nasty maze. And navigation could…

Chellah Necropolis (Sala Colonia), Rabat, Morocco

“Have we come to the right place?” It was a question born out of bewilderment. No tour bus as far as the eye could see. No importunate guides jumping at us with paws up. And the city’s buzz sounded muffled from where we were standing even though our cab ride from Rabat’s center took only…

2012 Year-Ender/World-Ender

Ahhh… 2012. You are an ebullient homage to wanderlust. Frankly, I am quite obsessed with your ruffled months. In fact it’s almost midnight and amid that end-of-the-world hullabaloo, here I am fondly sewing a patchwork of idyllic imagery to commemorate your flamboyance and purport. Now this may seem like a pathetic way of exiting the…

Photo Essay: Kasbah des Oudaïas And Le Tour Hassan, Rabat, Morocco

Crumpled and torn. Already battered, yet we were using it for the first time. Our toddler Luna prolly had too much fun playing with it. The map that Jahlil, our Couchsurfing host, doodled may not be Lonely Planet worthy but it served its purpose well. Which was to guide us through Rabat’s labyrinth-like walled medina…

Hassan II Mosque, Casablanca, Morocco: A Persian’s Birthday

As I munched my jaw-locking, uber chewy breakfast baguette in our characterless Casablanca hotel room, I mindlessly watched a steady morning stream of passersby from the balcony. I was thinking real hard. The room service guy looked vaguely familiar. I knew I saw that face recently somewhere… Before I could recall, the hubby’s voice tugged…

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