
Shortly after leaving Rabat for Fes, a pickup truck with a horse in the back appeared on the highway. Issam, our guide, explained that this horse was going to a Tbourida, or what the French call a Fantasia.

After a welcome dinner last night, my group set out to see a few new-to-me sights in Rabat. There are 13 people in my group – 9 women and 4 men, 3 married couples and 7 solos. There will be five of us on the post-trip extension, all women. First stop was the Royal Palace…

Mohamed Benmohktar, my excellent food guide from yesterday, picked me up at my hotel today at 5:45 am, just before the blue light of dawn and well before the sun rose. We started our tour overlooking the bridge across the Oed Bou Regreg that separates Rabat from Salé. This river drains into the Atlantic Ocean…

Rabat, the capital of Morocco, is a bustling city of the old and the new. Some time ago I booked a food tour with a well-reviewed company. The reviews were spot on, but my tour turned out to be even better than I expected. The online information about the tour states that there must be…
Morocco. The very word brings to mind visions of exotic inns and crowded markets and wonderfully aromatic food, vibrant colour and decorative mosques. And deserts with camels of course. Casablanca with Bogart and Bergman. Crosby, Stills and Nash’s Marrakech Express. And adventure. This is how I envision my coming visit to Morocco.

My sofa surfing days have come to an end. I hope you have enjoyed my posts.