Of ultimate glamping Sahara style, and camels. Hamsa walks me at a fast pace to my awaiting guides for the next leg of my journey. I've...

Of concubines and Berbers. My guide comes to retrieve me and my one small bag, I tell him he doesn't have to but he's insistent. I...

The blues and an unwanted admirer. Beppe was there awaiting me at breakfast as he'd overheard my discussion about when I was leaving the...

History up close and personal. Alone again. The daughter has left on her journeying and I'm off to Fez, the name that conjures up...