[ Tarfaya, Morocco ]
So it’s February 3rd, and I’m in Tarfaya. It’s my birthday, and I feel like I should do SOMETHING to celebrate. The Greco-Roman orgy I’d been planning for the past few weeks seems both ill-advised and unattainable, so I alter my plans and go on a long walk instead. Tarfaya is a port town, once home to a ferry line that serviced the Saharan coast and (I believe) the Canary Islands–not too far offshore. It’s been out of operation since 2010, but one of the ferries is still docked a couple of km away, though no longer seaworthy.
For a change, I took my camera along for the walk. It was horrendously windy, and cold, and there wasn’t much activity left at the port: police and military outposts, some fishing boats, and an evil haunted house that spied upon me for most of the evening. No, really. You’ll soon see for yourself: The House Has Eyes.
Maybe not the birthday I was expecting (that prenominate long walk on the beach, holding hands with my bae? *sarcastic cough*), but it was a nice change of pace, and it was good to actively stroll about with camera in hand.
Namaste & Salaam,
—an older, wiser me
