Back in the Zone.

 

                                                                     Tangier 1946

I returned to Tangier on the 13th of May to find the chill of the Mediterranean wonderfully present in the pace of the Tangerines. An exciting discovery that took place earlier that day at the Mohammed V airport in Casablanca. A genealogical chart of the decent of man from Adam hanging on the left wall of the airport's diminutive indoor mosque.

 

Whether you accept this story of your past history or not, the accurate preservation of the names and lineage is noble. I gotta get a copy. Now on to our story.

                                                                    Mission A Tanger 1949

Gnawa music lifts the you into the air and begs you to move your feet from the foot of the Tanger Medina and upwards the cobbled gradient to nest behind the battery walls that host many Spain facing canons.

 

As the Israeli historian Yuval  Noah Hariri wrote "We can only make history by telling it." Round iron mouths have quit smoking and now shout out to tourists. But the tourist, travel and explorer are different. I have no itinerary no schedule, no space no time. We are back in the Zone.

One more Night.

 I hope to vist the Pericardis forest today, Incha Allah these lands will be my home. I turned 50 last night, and got lost in the Tangier Medina, 'If you don't know where your're going any road will take you there.'

Two Weeks in Tangier.

 I have lived in this Tangier for two weeks, this is my cicada song to its white walls.

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Let's return to the take off point. June 27th 2025. It's an early morning flight.

I am traveling with my mother and see last visited Morocco last in 2011. 

 

The Anthill of the Lagoon or The Silent Civilization

 About two weeks ago it was World Biodiversity Day and the Lekki Bird Society organized a bird watch 

expedition to the airy heights of the University of Lagos. The opportunity to soar off was perfect.

My 16 years in this city were closing and that meant this would likely be my last bird watch trip, a great change would be coming. I had to reach out to the skies.

Norwichment

 I landed in Norwich exactly a week ago via a National Express couch that took my behind into England's frontline against Germany.

It my first time in these parts and...well the accents are proper English and the cross of St George's less celebrated. 

 With the Ramadan spirit around me I can only offer you the the food of mankind.

The Return of the Caravel

 I woke up this morning not knowing where I was. I can see a bridge outside a large glass plane. But it told of no place, no where. My destination had been erased from my mind. Casablanca? Tangier? 

I laugh, laughed very hard when I realized I had returned from my journey and was look outside the airport window.

Days of Heaven

We approach the crown of Ouikandem's peaks the Domes of Heaven.