Approaching Setti Fatma, October 2008. The peaceful, picturesque little Moroccan village of Setti Fatma sits neatly nestled in a canyon beneath The High Atlas Mountains at the southern end of The Ourika Valley. Keen to do some foothill hiking, I arrived here on a day trip from Marrakech by minibus. The trip took just over an hour and a half and the scenery was fantastic as we closed in on the village.
Hassan Mosque, October 2008. “There’s nothing to see in Casablanca”, a misinformed Australian once told me. Ok… the city may not be packed with an abundance of sights, but this jaw-dropping mosque is pretty much reason alone to make the journey. As the largest mosque in Morocco (third largest in the world!), Hassan is an architectural delight stunningly perched on a promontory overlooking The Atlantic Ocean. It also boasts the world’s tallest minaret, at a neck-craning six hundred and eighty nine feet.
Essaouira Docks, October 2010. Once upon a time Essaouira was a major international port, a major trading post between Africa, Asia and the Americas. Now though there are few signs of those glory days as visitors are met by a drowsy vista of bobbing blue boats, tangled nets and a whole lotta fish for sale. With the sea breeze, circles of squawking seagulls and an azure-dominated color scheme, it’s an undeniably enchanting little place. What I didn’t expect to find was a lone dockside shed-café playing Eric Clapton! With a couple of plastic tables and chairs out front, it was the perfect spot to rest, order a coffee and grab this shot.