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#TBT Morocco

There is a special magic to be found in the Arabic world. It’s in the architecture, the sounds, the smells, the language and the people. It is other wordly. There is a sense of a history more ancient than elsewhere. For the most part I guess that this is simply a matter of fact. I love hearing the call to prayer. I love listening to conversations on the street, despite not understanding a word. I love the hospitality that is shown by almost everyone you meet. I pity those who have allowed themselves to be convinced that the Arabic world is a dangerous place inhabited by animals. They’re missing out.

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Dead Or Alive

I sometimes look back through my photo collection on Flickr, and I came across this snap I took in April of 2002 when I trekked through Malaysia. It’s not a terribly remarkable photo. Iffy composition, blown highlights, dodgy view down from my hostel room in Kuala Lumpar. But it grabbed my attention. The ‘kids’ were sniffing glue or something – I wonder how many of them are still alive?

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