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These nomadic herdsmen, weathered and worn, moved with a timeless grace, their camels swaying rhythmically in the breeze. It was a glimpse i

A jewel-toned labyrinth of cobbled streets, washed in a sea of indigo.

The village is a cluster of mud-brick houses, clinging to a hillside like barnacles on a rock.

We wandered the sun-baked ruins of Volubilis, a Roman ghost town. Our guide, a local with a penchant for dramatic storytelling,

Should I even bother with a shower, or just wait until the sun deigns to warm my frozen bones?

Day 17/18: November 5-6, 2024 A cosmic speck, that's me. Lost in the infinite expanse, a blip on the radar of eternity. First Bush Camp...