CXIX

The world is a strange and wonderful place, that you can carelessly float the Mediterranean Sea one day, and fail to get your rain-dampened self to the bus stop on time the next. 

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Whenever I feel I don’t have enough hours in the day (quite worryingly often), I consider the fact that somewhere in Europe, or perhaps the America’s, it could still be yesterday. And if i can imagine myself there, I can imagine there being more time. I can picture the condition of the weather outside, and my far more placid mental state. Such momentary escapsim is also momentarily comforting. If only I could take all of my world on that mental journey with me. Maybe I’d meet more deadlines punctually. Maybe I'd never come back at all.

[Image by Helmut Newton]

LXXI

Poolside, by Slim Aarons. 

Just a bit more. 

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Poolside, by Slim Aarons.

On my Christmas wishlist. Wanderlust list. Skills-I-wish-I-had list. Major-respect list. Shall I continue?

LXVII

There are the colours that you dream of and there are the colours you couldn't dream up if you tried. They were here before you and you'll be long gone before their splendour fades. 

But now that they've known you - and it is that way round, no mistake my dear - they take up residence in the west wing of your conscience and, boy, do they displace the cobwebs in those eaves!

There are the places that you dream of and there are the places you couldn't dream up if you tried. They were here before you and you'll be long gone before their splendour fades...

Marrakech.

[Images: Personal collection]

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Less than one month until I can tick one of the most magical places on earth off my travel bucket list - MOROCCO.

There is nothing I could say to express my level of excitement, wonder, thrill and joy.

[Images: Adrian Morris, ShineByThree]