Fertig.

A couple of trees in a misty sea, Chefchaoen, Morocco.

bits and pieces

Visiting the dead, Meknes.
Donkey feeling sorry for himself, Morocco.
Of course I´m hanging out with a sheep, Chefchaoen, Morocco.
Battered door, Chefchaoen.
Red basket, Chefchaoen.

mostly cow related.

Leather sorting, Fes.
Talking business, Fes.
Very short back and sides, Meknes.
Gnarly, Meknes.
Shady deals, Meknes

more Maroc

House, Morocco.
Clean Y-fronts, Fes.
Heads, Fes.
Guts and heads, Fes.
Mannie in a doorway, Fes.

others

Two for tea, Marrakech.
Reflections, Marrakech.
River bed, Hamada, Morocco.
Doorway, Merzouga, Morocco.
Middle Atlas, Morocco.

random

Next time, ferry from Greece to Italy
Mosque Hassan 2nd, Casablanca.
Water tower, road to Marrakech.
Concrete shadow, Marrakech.
Lunch, Marrakech.

tings

Clock and Aerials, Italy.
Geothermic power station, Croatia.
Chilly hotel, Italy.
Church, Venice.
Getting fixed, Greece.

stuff.

Zebra crossing, Lisbon.
Wisened mannie, Sibenik, Croatia.
Barrels, Italy.
Sunset wall, Italy.
Tina Turner, Dubrovnik, Croatia.

Spain/Portugal.

Back in Europe again, hence the poofy sea dance.
Ladies of Seville.
Enjoying being back around carefree european women.
Oh look, some houses. No idea why this is in here, sorry.
The inspiration for that Led Zeppelin classic, although they had to play around with the words a bit...she´s buying a Lift to Church doesn´t have the same ring to it.

Adieu.

We probably paid mountain prices for that orange, it´d better taste good.
Mint tea skills.
A wee house.
Probably discussing their latest tourist scam.
Where to now?

still Morocco...

A couple of wifies medina navigating.
It´s a small wonder that he doesn´t look too happy, having to mince up your camel doppleganger......we were stoked though, 1/2 a kilo to take to the anonymous fry-up joint around the corner. Hidden in a back room with all the other guilty looking dromedary diners.
Mausoleum soul snatching.
One of the many "Moroccan on a corner" photos from the collection.
I can quite understand why old Caesar never bothered with Scotland, what with all the tender spots he had going on elsewheres......Up the barbarians.