I’ve been on a slight hiatus, Jarrod but rest assured I’m BACK, like a coldsore you’d almost forgotten, or another John Farnham ‘farewell’ tour. (Both of which elicit a similar reaction, that being ‘oh Jesus, surely not AGAIN?’) Ready to tell you about one of my latest local adventures, ziplining in The Otways. Being my brother, I would hope you’d … Continue Reading →
I’m going to fast forward a few days, Jarrod and start this entry leaving Marrakesh. Not because I have nothing to say about the Kesh, but we finish our trip there, so I’m going to confine that all to one blog entry. Teaser complete! Now, every trip I take, I visit a place that’s renowned for its postcard, picture perfect … Continue Reading →
Chefchaouen. It looks like a frustrating hand you might be dealt playing Words With Friends (an abundance of word possibilities, but very few letters worth any serious pointage). Only it’s not. It’s a dreamy little blue town in Morocco, set amongst the Rif mountains, roughly four hours by bus from Fes. We’ve been told by our guide that the hotel … Continue Reading →
