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from ‘Into The Wild’

Doesn’t this inspire you to travel far and wide? My heart beats faster as I read these lines and imagination draws pictured of distant lands, where I haven’t stepped my foot (just) yet. We must embark on journeys, we must explore, we must get to know, because, I believe, experience of this life here on Earth is a gift, which we shouldn’t take for granted. If we have the capacity but choose to spend our lives in four familiar walls in the age when so many things became possible, it’s  a shame.

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”

– Jon Krauker

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Perspective shared on PAGES

This post is a rough transcript of a short talk I gave at the event organized by my creative mates from Casablanca. They are doing something great for expats in this city as well as Moroccans. Presenting people with an opportunity to gather in an informal atmosphere to share some stories, mingle, meet new interesting people and simply have a really pleasant evening. There hasn’t been an event of this sort before in Casa, so it’s a truly a brilliant idea.

Check their page, don’t forget to like it, they really deserve it:


I was invited to speak there yesterday, it was so silly of me to get sooo nervous, but I didn’t get a chance to rehearse the speech and that made me loose a line, but the reader will never know, so read on..

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Only in Morocco…

Once again I am back to the country of dusty roads, tall palms and ever ascending prayers. I love it here so far, because things happen differently, and more often than not I find myself surprised. I am not saying things happen here like they should, on the contrary, ‘normal’  is the word that I started using in a very sarcastic way, with a typical grin on my face, but who said that I am a normal person and I relate to things just like all the other people do?
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Thoughts on the road to Marrakech

As I approach the red city of Marrakech, the landscape behind the window of the train I am on, is changing as well. Yellow sand and sparse palm trees are replaced by dark-brown soil, and in the distance the horizon is getting painted with rocky slopes of innumerable hills. Here there are almost no palms, and only bristly bushes are diluting this bleak, marsian-like landscape. In this terrain there are no trees that can throw a shadow, where a traveller could hide from a scorching sun.
In the comfort of an air-conditioned train (yes, such luxury is available in Morocco), it’s difficult to imagine the heat that burns out the green-fodder and vaporizes all water form the soil, making it unsuitable for the growth of fauna. Notwithstanding, eucalyptus offering oil and honey, and cactuses with nutritious fruits grow in abundance here in some places, allowing simple, low-tech production in this region. But still I was wondering, how deep do you have to dig to reach water and how scarce is it? Coming from the places abundant in water, it is easy to forget that big part of this world is facing really serious problem, i.e. shortage of water. How often do people here feel how their tongues swell from the heat, especially during the holy month of Ramadan?

In the periods of draught people have to reserve to such measure as simply praying to Allah to grant them some rain. Once, while I was working in El Jadida, the whole of Morocco prayed together with the king; strangely enough, coincidentally or not, but it did rain the next day. God Bless =)

Periodically, small villages or settlements emerge on the hills. They almost merge with surrounding environment, being built from stones and clay of the same colour. In the distance I start noticing high mountains, it means we are getting closer to Marrakech. I shift attention to my coupe. Morocco has always surprised me with how nice Moroccan travellers are to each other, complete strangers sharing a deep sense of communion. No ipads or iphones (unfortunately books either) distract people from each other, so they are happy to start a simple talk that doesn’t abide anyone to anything. Sharing some stories, some jokes, a couple of laughs and smiles – touching and simple Moroccan warmheartedness, helping to pass long hours of travel and uplifting one’s mood.

One guy helps to get my luggage down, I say a humble ‘shokran’ and in a few minutes I am standing under burning sun, breathing dry air, feeling as if I have just entered a mild Finnish sauna. I get my bags, and I am on the roll to find a sensible driver with whom I wouldn’t have to bargain too much. I smile widely inside of my heart as it is my final days in Morocco, another one of my stays in Kif-Kif hostel in the old medina, and not even heavy bags or the heat can ruin my happiness. ‘Cause this is how I choose to perceive and feel, as it is the perspective that makes our reality what it is. Also, knowing that this experience is to be continued... I choose to end it as positively as possible.