My time learning how to snowboard and drawing inspiration from the winter landscape in Quebec’s Laurentian Mountains has come to an end. These past months have brought to the surface memories of snow covered landscapes and life in a francophone community from my childhood in the maritimes.
The ride from Tangier to Chefchaouen was spent crammed into the back seat of an old Mercedes, shoulders twisted, abs engaged, one arm held out, palm flat against the seat in front to keep me front spilling into the lap of the stranger next to me. My initiation into the joys of travel by Grand Taxi was all I had heard it would be – uncomfortable.
I arrived in Tangier after 2 days travel via ferry from Genova, Italy. The boat arrived at a port 40 kilometres outside of the city, Port de Tanger Med 2. Silly me for having assumed I would be able to walk off the boat and continue to my hostel on foot.
Morocco … how is it possible I got through this country without writing a single word before today? Honestly, I am having difficulties with this post, not because memories have faded with time, but because there are so many sharp images vying for attention, for their well deserved moment in centre stage.
I knew before setting off to travel long term that I did not want to lug around a lot of stuff, I did not want the weight on my back to be a deterrent to exploring. I started with 17 kilos, over time I have brought that down to 12. Here are the steps which have helped me travel with a lighter load …