Posts Tagged: Adventure

Moon Walk

“Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you

Moon Walk

“Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you

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 Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud.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 Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud.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.

La Grande Bellezza

Paulo Sorrentino’s 2013 film, La Grande Bellezza is just that: a great beauty. The Oscar-winning film, which depicts the Prufrock-like life of 65 year-old literary artist, Jep Gambardella (played masterfully by  Toni Servillo), is pensive paean to the city in which it

La Grande Bellezza

Paulo Sorrentino’s 2013 film, La Grande Bellezza is just that: a great beauty. The Oscar-winning film, which depicts the Prufrock-like life of 65 year-old literary artist, Jep Gambardella (played masterfully by  Toni Servillo), is pensive paean to the city in which it

The Heights of Machu Picchu

Down through the blurred splendor, down through the night of stone, let me plunge my hand and let the ancient heart of the forgotten throb within me like a bird imprisoned for a thousand years! Today let me not forget

The Heights of Machu Picchu

Down through the blurred splendor, down through the night of stone, let me plunge my hand and let the ancient heart of the forgotten throb within me like a bird imprisoned for a thousand years! Today let me not forget