The smell in the tannery pits in Marrakesh, were quite overwhelming initially. We were offered sprigs of fresh mint to help us cope, but after a while, they had no effect, that and you got used to it.
As I was named by a friend on seeing this picture. We were in a sandstorm leaving the Sahara in Mauritania. It was eery, the light was harsh and bright, but yet dark and all pervasive. Sand had gotten into … Continue reading