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... large brown eyes. As kids, some of us were embarrassed for her when we stumbled across bare breasted tribal women hidden deep inside the glossy pages of National Geographic. Others slightly resented her with millions of starving children. We sat alone at the dinner table, chastised, long after the plates had cleared, chewing on fatty chunks of meat floating in cold irish stew. We have been in Africa for two ...
... up out of the surging swells of the south Atlantic. The air is heavy with swirling marine mist. Fynbos clings to the flanks of the steep slopes. The soundscape is dominated by the thundering rhythmic crash of the surf. Frigid green water washes the sugary white shore. We scamper along the edge of the continent, peering over the dizzying cliffs to the turbulent sea. Smashed Dutch and Portuguese shipwrecks are hidden in the black volcanic reefs below. ...
... Abdul takes us back to our riad for a well deserved nap while Ahmed makes us dinner reservations at Dar Fez. A wonderful Lamb tagine for us and Chicken Pastisch for Ryan. Wonderful! And kinda cool, an all women wait staff. Abdul skillfully maneuvers us through the busy night streets. More on the Moroccan driving in the next installment.
... most of the time. Tajine was the popular dish. We tried it with lamb, chicken and beef. The meat is slow cooked with vegetables, way too many veggies! David didn’t find it spiced enough and was constantly asking for extra chilly or spices. The alternative to Tajine was Cous Cous but that was also quite blend. There were many markets throughout the medina, all selling different types of spices and beautiful dry fruits; it just seemed to us that all those delicious and ...
... admitted to hospital. I ask how long? He says 4 or 5 days! What! I had the notion, I would be in and out overnight. Don't know how they would zap it but 5 nights is not what I imagined. I am supposed to fly on 20 June, I say. No says doctor, no flying for two weeks. What about the rest of my journey? The doctor doesn't answer. Instead he draws a picture of a body and the thrombosis and the possibility of it breaking off and going to my lung. I say I know, I know. (I realise about ...
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