Category: Morocco
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How to souvenir: or buy something for yourself
When I started travel writing, folks thought I was taking a holiday. I was often asked to bring back duty free perfume, smokes, booze etc. I did in the beginning and then I stopped buying for anyone else – just a simple “no”, said politely and that was that. (I had my own stuff to…
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Travel: How to explore Tangier
Tangier, top of the continent and a name that conjures myth, legends and exotic stories of decadence is a city of intrigue. Go see for yourself. There’s the labyrinthine medina, an expat dream town, cafes and souks, tempting tagines – there is so much to uncover in Morocco’s top town. It’s a city on the edge,…
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Travel: looking for the best doors to capture
A simple wooden door made from fence palings – whatever does the job. On the road to Freycinet, Tasmania. What is it about doors? I can’t stop photographing them. Below are just a few of the recents I’ve slammed but I’ve been shooting them for years. The beautiful coloured doors of Ireland, especially Dublin –…
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Travel: Make mine Marrakech
Marrakech Morocco, it’s bold and it’s beautiful. Colours collide here and eyes and ears are put to an endurance test. Every morning I woke up in the Red City, I fell in love with it, over and over again. The early foreign travellers to Morocco called Marrakech ‘Morocco City’. The city of old has…
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How to sip and glamp
In the gentle grip of the grape. When you are ready and able to take a road trip out of Sydney, head towards Orange in the central west of NSW. Rustic but refined, this experience sets you in the middle of classic Australian terrain – generous glamping and a spectacular cellar door next door.…
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The ultimate town of colour
I was so excited to finally visit the Blue Pearl – Chefchaouen in Morocco. Seeing images of the pretty town for years made me wary that I might be disappointed. No. This small city does not disappoint. How many words for blue? How many shades of blue are there? Baby blue, azure, cobalt, pale blue,…
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Morocco gets on my goat!
This is not fake news or fake photos. There we were, driving along a flat, dry part of the western Moroccan landscape dotted with small farm houses and solitary argan trees (agania spinosa), endemic to Morocco. I squinted at the tree in the distance, with its limbs spread out in the sun and great clumps…
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