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“Do you know where you are?” Youssef looks at me expectantly. Oh flip, is he going to leave me in the middle of the kasbah? I know that is where I am, but that doesn’t mean I know how to get back to my hotel. I give him a sheepish look, “No, I don’t.” He just laughs and buys me a cactus fruit that I have been eyeing for the …

[ Written by Annika | 26 Oct 2014 | 5 Comments | ]

I don’t think I’m going out on a limb here when I say that at some point most girls wanted to be a princess. Maybe some of you wanted to be space cowboys or firefighters or rather Wonderwoman, but I’d guess princess was on the what to be when I grow up list for a majority. At least it was on mine until I actually did grow up, looked at …

[ Written by Annika | 19 Oct 2014 | 8 Comments | ]

In a hammam the Moroccans not only say goodbye to dirt and dry skin, but the inhibitions of everyday life outside. Sounds like an oasis of peace, soap bubbles and relaxation? Not quite – you literally need to have a thick skin there!

“Watch out, watch out”, a man with a turquoise hood tries to find his way through the narrow streets. He’s sitting on a donkey that carries a trailer …

[ Written by guest | 19 Sep 2014 | 10 Comments | ]

“I really admire how you can walk in heels on these streets”, I say to Isabelle while I try to catch up to her on the crumbling sidewalks of Essaouira. Isabelle is the owner of La Maison des Artistes, the riad I am staying at, and is wearing chic Chloé pumps while I am in Havaianas. She turns to me with a somewhat confused look, “Excuse me, I’m from Paris.” …

[ Written by Annika | 11 Sep 2014 | 6 Comments | ]

Today I’m working from bed. And no, thanks for worrying, but I’m not sick, I’m just traveling and I need to get some stuff done. I think the myth that travel writers frequently work on the beach has been thoroughly debunked – too much sun, sand, and distractions holding a surfboard. However there are some spots that I think excellent for writing while on the road and one of them …

[ Written by Annika | 1 Sep 2014 | No Comment | ]

There are design hotels that amaze with their delightful aesthetics and architectural class and bravery. Then there are luxury hotels that indulge with their elegance, decadence and knock-your-socks-off-then-pick-them-up-and-tidy-them-away excellent service.
Then there is the Selman in Marrakech, which has somehow managed to slot itself into both of these categories, all the while smiling and not offering even a hint of pretentiousness or overdoing the exclusivity.
Plus, they have horses.

I’ll get to the …

[ Written by Frankie | 27 Jun 2014 | 9 Comments | ]

The motorcycle – a symbol of freedom, adventure and youth ever since the 50s spawned those early rebels without a cause and Ted Simon hit the road to pen Jupiter’s Travels. But so often in pop culture do women seem relegated to perching prettily on the back of the bike despite the fact that all around the world I’ve witnessed ladies fearlessly manning their own machines; perhaps not in heels …

[ Written by Alex | 9 Feb 2014 | 2 Comments | ]

I know we are not supposed to have favourites. When asked what the best country you ever travelled to is, we are supposed to be vague. We claim that beach XYZ in Thailand is the best, but the vintage shopping in Sydney and the steak in Buenos Aires. To come out with one clear favourite seems just not pc for travellers. But I don’t care about being pc and so …

[ Written by Annika | 29 Jan 2014 | 10 Comments | ]

Travel and fashion go well together. We like to look the part while conquering the world with our camera and designers have always looked to travel for inspiration. Sometimes they travel through time, visiting ancient places with ruins long lost and bustling skirt hems long shortened and replaced by trousers. Sometimes they travel through the world, either literally getting up close or from afar via recounts of adventurers, anthropologists or …

[ Written by Annika | 29 Nov 2013 | 3 Comments | ]

Club holidays and I have a history together. Its beginning dates back to the tender age of 12 when my family and I would go on biannual trips to 4-star resorts in Turkey, Greece, Tunisia and Morocco. It was an ideal family style holiday because resorts are often so large that they offer something and someone for everyone. In our first few days my mother would always make it her …

[ Written by Katja | 6 Apr 2013 | No Comment | ]
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