On day 19, I sat on a bus to Erfoud and scribbled the 200th page of my journal. While I was overcome by a sense of accomplishment, the milestone made me think about time. I find traveling solo to be a great opportunity to get some deep thinking done, especially when trapped on a bus for long hours. I often manage to sink so completely … Continue reading A Month in Morocco: Time
The bus station, like most round the world, was situated in a derelict part of town. I arrived before it opened and found the main entry blocked by multiple piles of yellow vomit, one being consumed by a feral tabby. When an employee arrived, she aptly hosed things down then waved me inside. When she confirmed that I was traveling to Marrakech (I wasn’t), we … Continue reading A Month in Morocco: Waiting for the Bus
Tom Griffen 
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