Morocco
Boys in Flight, Essaouira.
My recent adventure through Morocco lead made to places my younger self could only dream of. The soles of my boots wore thin as I trekked to the highest summit in North Africa, through the blistering heat of the Sahara desert sands and immersed my self in the fishing culture of Moroccos bustling coastline.
I spent a month wondering through the labyrinth of culture that is embedded in every Souk, Medina, desert ,mountain and mouthwatering tagine. On this journey I encountered road blocks, tough challenges, new experiences but ultimately I rediscovered things about myself I thought I had forgotten. I was fortunate enough to have met friendly locals who tried to hand me a free stingray, mountain guides who jested with me about the state of my boots and photographed traditional Berber men during an epic dust storm in the Sahara Desert. Truly unforgettable moments I’m proud to share with you.
The Desert Cameleer, Sahara Desert.
I couldn’t help but admire the tenacity of the desert people, how they endure the heat and dust storms and savage winds that can strip the hide from a camel. The desert is an unforgiving land and takes no prisoners but the traditional Berber people navigate the shifting dunes as if they are urban roads, the timelessness of the desert removes the element of reality and places you in a land and time of unbridled wanderlust.
