I watched a brilliant documentary last night called Je Chanterai pour Toi about the Malian musician Boubacar Traoré. It made me think a lot about Africa. When I first started traveling, I was incredibly curious to go to Timbuktu, which was a city that just seemed the epitome of far far away. When I was... Continue Reading →
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This is the name of a very good Swiss film by Ursula Meier. The whole movie is obviously supposed to be a metaphor, but you're allowed to choose what you think it means. I watched it again with my partner last night. It's not very gay, but it was on my mind lately because I've... Continue Reading →
The Chill
So I'm in California and it's been....interesting. I was hoping for a more relaxing time, to chill, but my friend here is not in a good way and there seems to be nothing that helps. California is a place where a significant part of the population has put mental and physical health to the forefront.... Continue Reading →
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We are finally leaving Morocco, but until I'm on the ferry and the ferry has left the port, I'm not counting on anything. The country might still want to hurt me. We are in the waiting room at the port in Tanger. Here's a thing about traveling by ferry when you don't have a car.... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 