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Anuradhapura Part 1 – Wandering Around and a Bodhi Tree
Another early start after booking the 6:10am ticket instead of the 9:30am, I climbed into reserved seating 2nd class and immediately found the seats far more comfy than the 1st class to Jaffna. Not sure how that works, but overall it was a better experience. Food sellers came by regularly, the carriage doors were left…
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Jaffna – Where Buddha meets Hindu
A 5:30am start with one of the hotel staff as my tuk-tuk driver (who incidentally slept in his tuk-tuk waiting for me!), we made great time to Colombo Fort Station despite him driving like a actual sane person in the dark and rain. This went counter to what I was expecting as there wasn’t much…
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Sydney to Colombo – Welcome to Sri Lanka
After arriving at Bangkok airport for a 4 hour layover, one shocking revelation struck me to the core about the flight – there had been no crying babies. The last few flights I’ve have were non-stop hyena babies screaming, but this flight was blessed by the ancient Greek god of aeroplanes, Ares. I had flown…
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Agadir & Essaouira – Beaches, Calamari, and back to Casa
The bus from Marrakech to Agadir had ugly and cute. It seems bus terminals are just nexus points for poor tempers, and arriving early in the morning there was the parking attendant and an older gentlemen arguing. This went on and off as I waited the hour for the bus to arrive, and slowly but…
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Marrakech – Dialing Everything up to 11
Waiting for the train in Meknes, I stood without shade expecting the train to be vaguely on time. The previous two trains that had come through while waiting were spot on, and I didn’t think my 7 hour ride to Marrakech would be any different. Pacing back and forward, I’d managed to synchronise my pacing…
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Meknes – Overcharging and Roman Ruins
The city of Meknes, the brief capitol of the region for half a century back in 1672, is a smaller more relaxed version of Fez. The hustle and bustle are gone, replaced with a decidedly quiet medina and the new town merging with the old town rather than being two distinctive separate areas. After leaving…
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Fez – Everyone is so Friendly
After a close punch up at the Chefchaouen bus station, our bus was slightly delayed due to a small child that no one claimed, he was just chilling out on one of the reserved seats in front of me. The ticket holder looked unsure what do to, so when the driver got back on he…
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Chefchaouen – Blue and Crimson
The hotel reviews for Tetouan where fairly positive for the hotels themselves, however a few negative comments were directed at the actual locals not being very friendly. I had put this down to a few special snowflakes, until a friend emailed and happened to mention not to go to Tetouan, unless I want to be…
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Tangier – Sipping Coffee Like a Local
The grand taxi pulled up outside the bus station among a sea of blue petite taxis, there must have been a good hundred of them all parked around the area waiting patiently for their turn to shuttle people to their destination. Jumping out of the cramped back seat, I stretched and donned the backpack. Time…
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Larache & Asilah – Spanish and Hippies
Arriving at the Salé train train station and making my way to the ticket office, a station official called me over to try out the new automated ticket machine. This is the first I’d seen of this in Morocco and it seemed like they had just begun rolling them out. They’re very much like the…
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