Being left alone is a bitter end to the trip. I have a commute at the other end, and it all feels a bit flat, returning to world where no-ones what you’ve experienced. It is quite depressing for young travellers I think. They travel around the world, have crazy adventures […]
moroccan diary
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The journey out of Morocco is easy, except the customs, where we are fleeced. This kind of corruption is stereotypical of African customs – maybe unfairly so. But on this occasion it really annoys Paul, who is dead against the principle. It is a shame, as it momentarily leaves a […]
Hassan, our guide in Fes, tells us that the Pope has died. I feel a little strange at the news – but life goes on, especially on a Sunday in the busy medina at Fes. It gets more exciting when Paul and I explore a little without Hassan, and we […]
We do a journey entirely on tarmac today, which is worthy of a mention itself. We speed up to Fez, where we set up camp and have an early night – tomorrow is a day without driving.
This is our only real escapade in the ‘dunes’ of the Sahara. It is a shame that the weather is a bit overcast, and Paul can’t get his epic photographs, and we choose instead to shoot a quick advert for ‘Jolly Ploughman’. Strangely enough, the pleasure of this weather is […]
One of the fundamental moments at which the group got frustrated at the video being filmed was when Martin got stuck in fesh fesh, a fine powdery sand. A problem with filming these sorts of events is that you aren’t actually helping! It applies everywhere – I remember that I […]
The experience of the shop at Zagora was another example of how crucial these sequences are for the film. The interaction in the shop was great, with Paul and Martin taking the opportunity to ‘do the shopping’ in one swoop. I was never even pestered, having discovered that the camera […]
When we wake up, we realise that we are being watched, by a young girl. Bare in mind we are in the middle of nowhere, and there is no-one else around. I think that it may be a trap, as Paul and I cheekily stole firewood from beside a village […]
I guess that it is this part of the journey which I hated most, and was really difficult to edit. When Paul’s shock absorber goes on the Algerian border, I childishly lose my temper. It is only in retrospect that I realise that, and it is harsh to have to […]