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  • A Taste of the Real Kenya

    A Taste of the Real Kenya

    My request to stop and take a photograph of a woman working in the fields is granted. When I ask for permission to take a photograph my subject queries (through my driver) why I find this daily task worthy of my attention. She is no doubt unaware that tilling the land by hand is a practice that was abandoned many years ago in my country. Despite her misgivings permission is granted but as we move on she is still muttering in wonder to herself ...

  • Conservation Under an African Sky

    Conservation Under an African Sky

    Unaccustomed as I am to camping and night time strolls to an ablutions block top of my list of essentials was night-wear that exposed only my head, hand and feet. I achieved this by pairing some leggings with a round necked, long sleeved cotton top. This reducing the risk of feeding the local mosquitoes but no defence to a charge from the hippo that lived in the river a few yards away from my tent. In reality, the small bed in my tent proved to be surprisingly comfortable ...

  • Ten Moroccan Memories

    Ten Moroccan Memories

    I was so excited when it was suggested I join a desert safari in Morocco that I forgot to ask many relevant questions such as the size of the group and the size of the vehicles…

  • En Route to Rabat

    En Route to Rabat

    On the road to Volubilis we stopped above a reservoir. The air was fresh and sweet with aromas from the nearby stalls piled high with squash and pomegranates.

  • Feasts, Factories and Fes

    Feasts, Factories and Fes

    The narrow passages ways of the medina in "Fez": were deserted. I had expected to be pushing my way through crowds and resisting attempts to be drawn into the small shops that lined the narrow thoroughfares but they were securely bolted behind doors of a variety of hues and sizes.

  • Sights and Sounds of Marrakech

    Sights and Sounds of Marrakech

    I was lingering uncertainly on the edge of the crowd as mesmerised as the snakes by the music when one of them suddenly lunged towards us and then slithered across the tarmac at great speed. As one we screamed and fled. I was glad I had not paid ten dirhams to take a photo because after being chased away by the subject I had no intention of getting within shooting distance.

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