Category Archives: Travel

Marrakech is Magic

“As you set out for Ithaka, ask that the voyage is a long one…”
The journey to Marrakech by way of the desert took us 3 days. By the time we made it to Marrakech, the final leg of my “30 Becomes Her Tour” as I dubbed this year’s round of intercontinental gallivanting, we were undoubtedly rich in our knowledge of Morocco. The magic was all in the getting there…

Marrakech is Magic

“As you set out for Ithaka, ask that the voyage is a long one…”
The journey to Marrakech by way of the desert took us 3 days. By the time we made it to Marrakech, the final leg of my “30 Becomes Her Tour” as I dubbed this year’s round of intercontinental gallivanting, we were undoubtedly rich in our knowledge of Morocco. The magic was all in the getting there…

A Hymn for Autumn

An homage to autumn in a look, featuring a stand-out piece by Ghanaian designer, Aya Morrison, taken outside the historic Kehoe House in beguiling Savannah Georgia.

A Hymn for Autumn

An homage to autumn in a look, featuring a stand-out piece by Ghanaian designer, Aya Morrison, taken outside the historic Kehoe House in beguiling Savannah Georgia.

Living Off The Wall

  When the world Is on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can’t hang with the feeling Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town ‘Cause we’re the party people night

Living Off The Wall

  When the world Is on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can’t hang with the feeling Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town ‘Cause we’re the party people night

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

Blue Dunes: Sailing the Sahara

They did not strike me as melancholic, the camels. Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud. But not melancholic. Before one can wake up to the Sahara, one must first arrive: we did so by camel, Farida and I. Dropped off at the shore of the dunes by our driver Abou, we were met by our camel guide, Hamou, a laconic boy of malt-coloured skin who appeared far too young to be so at home in the wilderness. He was ostensibly as emotionally removed from the wonder as the new humped friends with whom he greeted us.

Blue Dunes: Sailing the Sahara

They did not strike me as melancholic, the camels. Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud. But not melancholic. Before one can wake up to the Sahara, one must first arrive: we did so by camel, Farida and I. Dropped off at the shore of the dunes by our driver Abou, we were met by our camel guide, Hamou, a laconic boy of malt-coloured skin who appeared far too young to be so at home in the wilderness. He was ostensibly as emotionally removed from the wonder as the new humped friends with whom he greeted us.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.