On the edge of the town of Tarifa, Spain, you can see the mountains of Morocco on the horizon.
I’ve crossed the Mediterannean Sea to the Spanish peninsula. Will never get enough of sunsets. Thanks @a.black.truth for letting me stay chez toi!
This is Melilla: people relaxing and sun bathing on one side of the border where on the other side in Morocco, behind the huge fences, there’s hardly anyone who can afford the luxury of doing so. It’s easy and hypocritical however to point at Melilla, as most of us live like that in the western world (including myself). #whenextremesmeet#mindfuck#realityishard
Wave of migration hitting the European shore.
Melilla is a pretty Spanish enclave, surrounded by Morrocco. It has beautiful architecture by Nieto and quaint corners and see throughs at the old fortress (swipe for more). I’ve been here to do research on migration and that has meant that all that pretty wasn’t hitting home the way it normally does. Life here is and can be very hard. Looking at beauty hopefully is soothing somewhere.
That little zit of land forms the edge of the laguna. Behind it is the Spanish enclave of Melilla where everything will be European. That feels hugely weird and totally misplaced.
Nador is on the northern coast of Morocco. Every day the sun rises from the Meditteranian Sea to start what will become a dayly bustle in it’s gritty streets. They’re trying to make it more touristy here. So far they have this spectacle to start and draw people in.
I wonder how many generations have looked at the sea like that.
As the sun is setting over Fez, the birds come together for nightfall.
Fez is filled with artisans who all call you ‘my brother’ and ‘my friend’ hoping you’ll buy their goods out of amicable obligation I guess. This guy tried to sell me his bridal throne, which was a lovely thought but I just didn’t have enough room in my back pack. Swipe to see the local garbage man (there are no cars or mopeds allowed in the medieval labyrinth of the medina so donkeys and horses are forever the go to option for transportation, logical because the streets can get so small, nothing else will fit).
The medina of Fes is a mind boggling medieval labyrinth of doors and alley’s and shops. It’s normal to feel completely lost all the time. (Swipe for more)
Hidden between houses (swipe to see) are the tanneries of Fes where leather is being made, colored and treated. You bring mint leaves to put at your nostrils so the overwhelming smell of dead skin and fat doesn’t floor you completely. These workers must own mint farms to be able to be down there all day and not pass put.
The Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca is the biggest mosque of Morocco and the second biggest in Africa. It’s in- and exterior are overwhelmingly filled with the most stunning marble, mozaics, chandeliers, wood ceilings and patterns. However this x-marked backpack fascinated me the most. Should we call security?