The Centre of the World

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Morocco

On our way from Fez to the airport in Casablanca, we passed through the capital city of Rabat.  On one side of the street was a magnificent new university, with chic architecture and soaring glass panels reflecting the Moroccan sky.  On the opposite side of the street was a barefoot man with a donkey, working a field with a wooden plow.  

That dichotomy is what I will remember most about Morocco. The past and present living in fascinating harmony.



Casablanca is a big industrial city, not a tourist destination and not the romantic desert Casbah portrayed in the movie.


We leave Morocco today and fly to the small African nation of São Tomé and Principe. What? Where? You ask!

That’s what I said when our travel agent suggested the equatorial African island nation as a destination. I had never heard of it.


At about noon, we will be 39,000’ from Timbuktu. Straight up.


Travel days aren’t conducive to writing and the WiFi on aircraft is owned by Elon Musk, so I don’t buy it.  The next time I post we will be on both the Equator and the Prime Meridian, from the middle of nowhere, to…

… the centre of the world.



 Before we left Fez, I captured a few more memories.

One end of the rainbow is in the old Medina of Fez, the other is in a graveyard.  Guess which end I went digging for the gold.






Traveling – it gives you a home in a thousand strange places, then leaves you a stranger in your own land” – Ibn Battuta



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