I'm taking a break from this blog for a while, but don't worry. I'm just moving my posts to MariesWorldTour.com for the duratio...

Two guys leapt to their feet in the guard house at Camping Chez Abba. This popular backpacker/overlander place had been sold out when my fri...

Bamba was trying to tell me something. He kept motioning at things. The glove compartment. The dashboard. He wanted me to do...what? He'...

I was at the Hotel Sahara at 7:30. But there was no car in front. I walked up the stairs and surprised the guy at the front desk. "I...

My dehydration-illness had vanished in the night, and I approached my morning dose of bread and coffee with enthusiasm, then typed away for ...

Four days of tartine in a row. Gah. Tartine is like toast, but it's baguette bread, not sliced bread. I'm not a big bread-eater, b...

Couscous. I'm over you. Tagine...you're lovely but please leave me alone. Chicken schwarma? You're pushing your luck. Mint tea? ...

My night in my warm sleeper passed well, and the tap-tap on the door in the morning meant that the conductor thought it was time for me to g...

I walked into Morocco following my memory of a Google map I'd looked up the night before. The rain had left muddy the wide, main bouleva...

I rose to meet Melilla with a cheerier mood than I'd had when I went to sleep. Hotel breakfast was a few slices of toast, a coffee, and ...