The square at night
Originally uploaded by bastchild.
a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
Food stalls are crowded and smoky with grilled meats and noisy with touts trying to veer you over to their stall.
Only 3 Dirham a glass, or about 40 cents. The main square in Marrakesh, a seemingly unpronouceable Djemma el-Fna, is filled with snake charmers and orange juice stands by day and food stalls in the evening.
After spending a night in Fes, we took the night train from to Marrakesh, some ten light-years away, it seemed.
For a small tip, we were led to a tannery to witness and smell the process of tanning hides. We were given mint leaves to hold under our noses to cover the stench or animal skins in the sun. Of course, we had to browse the goods and pretend to be interested afterwards.
Fes el-Bali, the old city in Fes, is one of the largest living medieval cities in the world, or so says the LP guide.
We met Tim, an American, and Valerie and Nadia, two Swiss, while disembarking in Tangier. We shared a taxi to the train station and then a cabin down to Fes, six hours away.
The Swiss girls were just starting their four month overland trip down west Africa. Tim, a chemistry graduate student at USC, was trying to get down to Morocco from Grenoble and make it back to Paris in time for his flight back home.
Ferries are scheduled to leave the Spanish port of Algeciras every 30 minutes, but they actually don't leave on time, rather they wait until they fill up with passengers.
You finish your evening with a nightcap with or without ice cream around midnight in Spain, and you are never alone. What a great country!
Cullera, a beach town not far from Guaduassar, has all the tourism that you would want in the area. Beach parking is free, and then you can escape back to Guadassuar for cheap eats.
For breakfast, the males head off to L'Alter, a local eatery for beer, tapas, sandwiches, followed by coffee with scotch. This happens at 10am and then they head to work. Wow.
No room for serving dishes here, diners scoop mouthfuls of rice and meat from the pan.
Emily's father, Richard, shows off his drinking skills with this bottle of lemonade and beer.
Emily's grandfather cooked up some of his festival-winning paella over a woodfire at his campo.
The Spanish are great eaters, and the anniversary celebration was just another excuse for a great meal. They eat quite late in Spain, and our meal did not start until past 9pm and ended after midnight. The restaurant was still packed when we left. As usual, the dishes can be seen at my flickr site if you click on this photo and then explore the rest of the photos.
I had arrived in Guadassuar to meet up with Emily and her family. Her grandparents were also celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and retaking their vows. It was great hanging out in a small Spanish village devoid of tourists and tourist prices. Spain is remarkably inexpensive even with being part of the EU.
Ironically, we went to a Chinese restaurant in the nearby town of Alzira, where I ordered some of the dishes and asked the waiters to prepare the dishes in a more authentic way.
From Bern, I took the overnight train to Barcelona. I enjoyed a luxrious couchette, a sleeping car, and awoke refreshed in Barcelona's morning heat. I have been travelling without a Eurail pass, which has turned out to be fine since I never spend enough on my train travel to warrant a pass. It is interesting, however, that if you can book them earlier enough, travelling by air can be a cheaper way to get around Europe.
I arrived in this small village near Valencia. It is hot but less humid than in central Europe.
Bern's old quarter is filled with shopping arcades that all seem to be Coop and Migros stores, McDonald's and Burger King, and branches of H&M.
These kids were running around screaming and playing in the public fountain. One kid was trying to give himself an enema.
This can be seen from a park in Interlaken. It also happens to be the landing spot for the hundred paragliders that take off from the cliffs above.
Fountains and water troughs are abound in Switzerland. They offer refreshing and clean drinking water -- a much appreciated relief during the summer heat.
I saw farmers cut these fields of fallow with sickles and rake them by hand. Switzerland is country with one foot in the modern world and one foot in the last century.
All over the Gimmelwald region are cows with udders that are about to burst.
I descended the summit down the ski trail, which was muddy with snow.
It took me four hours to get to the summit of Schlithorn (2970 m) via my trail. The summit has a revolving restaurant and a theater showing clips from "Her Majesty's Secret Service". The movie is terribly cheesy, and the restaurant blows up in the end. It's a shame because there is actually pretty good food at the restaurant, which takes about an hour to revolve 360 degrees.