Dave Go Round

A friend told me recently that I tend to write things that no one but me will understand. I suppose it is ok if this turns out to be one of those things. A year ago today, following several days of airports and delays ,I left the USA, not knowing at the time I would [...]

Casablanca! A city whose named I had been raised on by my grandfather and the indomitable Humphrey Bogart. I was finally going there. With so much build-up, I wonder if any outcome aside from disappointment was possible. I always thought of Casablanca as being old; filled with men wearing fez and aging cars gliding down [...]

Noone ever tells you to bring a flyswatter to the desert. I think this is important information to have. Leaving Essaouira was a hard thing to do, especially after the fantastic friends that I made there. It was made slightly easier by the thought of catching up with Zsofi again. The magic of having a [...]

You can find very interesting things in an Arabian market. Though, even more interesting might be the people who are buying them. I’ve said many times how much I loved Essaouira and the people in it. One of the highlights was an evening some of us spent wandering the old market with Mohamed. I compiled [...]

The candles were the only light in our world. The singer blowing one out one out had left us in shadows filled with the wraiths of the shisha smoke playing through our hair and ringing the room in their supernatural presence. Mahmoud leaned in dangerously close to my face and said”, This is Arab custom. [...]

After ripping the pages for Morocco out of my lonely planet, I mailed the remnants back home so I could later revisit all the insanity I had scribbled on it’s pages over the past few months. I stuffed the pages in my backpack and immediately ran off into a rain storm and soaked them. They [...]

Never thought I would say this, but I wish I spoke French. My first impression of Morocco was the RAK airport in Marrakesh. It was beautiful and spotlessly clean. Even the airport food smelled delicious. The bus driver spoke Spanish and English well enough to help me with tickets and directions. I am surprised to [...]