Dreaming of Moroccan tales and adventures
Trip Start
Aug 04, 2008
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Trip End
Oct 15, 2008
Tarifa,
Spain and Canary Islands
Monday, August 25, 2008
I was on the beach the other night with my other two traveling companions, Ale the dancer and his friend Nicco from Florence, chatting, drinking and smoking under an incredible starry sky. After a short time, we laid on the cool sand and all drifted off into our individual thoughts, oblivioud of everything around us except the sound of the waves breaking gently against the shore.
A slight feeling of panic started to get hold of me...in a few days I will be landing, by myself, with a big car chocked full of stuff and some expensive equipment onto an unfamiliar land: am I doing the right thing? Is this being brave or reckless?
It was really hard to come to terms with some of my innermost fears, the ones the speak of my desire for adventure and are counterbalances by a sometimes gripping lack of confidence in the skills I have and the decisions I take. But I also soon realised that it was good to have these fears there and then, with still a bunch of days before I actually embark on my solo trip, which give me enough time to rethink certain assumptions, tweak my plans and patch the holes I might encounter while doing so...it is telling that when locked into my panic I looked at the stars and saw terrifying images of skulls and dark figures, but after a little mulling over the issue, I think I distinguished among the same set of stars the face of a lion staring back at me, symbol of courage.
A day after this inner journey I felt extremely releaved of all my doubts and I now am absolutely thrilled by the idea of landing with Monty (the Land Rover) in Tangier, a city that has been the gateway to Morocco for centuries, and it will now play that role once again for me.
ps: see pictures of a night out in Tarifa, a gorgeous little town a few Ks from the campsite we're staying at, funky and still charming if a tad touristy. Enjoy!
