Terror firma

by Stephen Tall on August 27, 2007

I would apologise for my three-week absence from this gaff, but I would be knowingly perjuring myself.

I had worried that such a long time away from my laptop would provoke cold-turkey withdrawal symptoms; that I might awake in the night sweating with fear that I had deprived the world of my essential thoughts on gun crime, NHS closures and the latest shenanigans from the goldfish bowl of world of Facebook.

But, no, I acclimatised pretty quickly – logged on a couple of times from foreign climes, and was happy to leave it at that.

I promise (with my fingers firmly crossed) not to bore you with any excruciating ‘what I did on my holidays’ back-to-school essays. So here’s a few snaps instead (in order, depending on in what order the Blogger template spews them out):

– rooftop view of the Koutoubia minaret in Marrakech, Morocco, at sunset;
– panoramic of Marrakech’s, erm, vibrant Jemaa El Fna square;
– J
emaa El Fna by night;
– posing as an Englishman abroad in the ruins of the El Badi palace;
– on top of the world in our riad;
– the Marrakech souks (we did a lot of haggling);
the Ouzoud waterfalls, in the Grand Atlas village of Tanaghmeilt;
– and, finally, two beaches in the Pontevedra region of Galicia a province/principality in the north-east of Spain. (Or an independent country to many of its citizens, still understandably bitter at local boy General Franco’s decades of brutal, centralist repression).