The Travel Tales of a Gizmo

I am wrapped in a dollhouse.
Newly build, small, romantic looking houses and buildings quietly placed next to the sharp edged mountain is the view. A view constantly stared at for now 7 full days.
The few people who once in a while pass the boat, silently wanders out the pontoon, as though they are scared to make a noise in this dreadful calmness. They politely give me an approved “ I have seen you” –nod as they walk past me while I am killing...

A close girlfriend of mine came for a week's visit not long ago. Someone I studied with for 3 years 8 or so years back. A time in my life where all I wanted was to pack my bags and leave. A stage in life where I had to force myself to leave my apartment...

I managed to do it again.
Do exactly what I have done, and for some reason is my passion to do, for almost 6 years now.
I broke my plans.

Written Jan. 26th '11
I have now felt it since I was in Morocco. A country I deeply fell inlove with in such an instant I know I will be back again.
We anchored in a little bay off the thee cutest town, Essaouiro. A town where you will meet a diversity of travelers; families, elders, backpackers, solo travelers and even Moroccan's themselves. The place is known for its essentric atmosphere where...