It’s been a year since we hit the road to 2010 – that seems like a good moment to take a look back: After crossing from Spain to Morocco by ferry we celebrated the start of 2010 in the charming town of Assilah. It wouldn’t be the last new year’s celebration since the Berber people celebrated their ‘Yennayer’ sometime later that month – and we joined them.
We discussed the thin line between ‘putas’ and ‘good girls’, adapted to the local ways of driving, and fought physically for our visa documents to continue our travel. From the snow in the Moroccan Atlas mountains, all the way through the country, and the seemingly endless nothingness of the Western Sahara we ended up with the resevoir dogs in the occupied region. In the heat of Mauritania we learnt about slavery in its present form. A train later took me into the golden heart of the desert where the tale of 1001 nights turned out to be one of 1001 camels.