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Almost home. (toenail count: 5)
In Essaouira right now. Re-imagine Provincetown, MA replacing the cars, kitch, fried clams, and transvestites with carts, carpet-sellers, grilled fish and women in haik (see photo).
I’ll be back on Monday and will update the blog then.
Thanks to everyone who wrote emails to me while I was doing MdS, and extra thanks to Brooklyn Bunny, [...]
WADDLE DISPATCH - STAGE 5 (FINAL)
Oh man. Oh man. How much can one person’s rump hurt? I now know. I was unfortunately and unexpectedly forced into actually *running* today because my glutes were on some sort of civil disobedience action and wouldn’t work.
It hit 122 around noon. This may very well be the only occasion on which you’ll hear folks [...]
WADDLE DISPATCH - STAGE 4 (26.2 mi)
I’m (technically) still alive
Holy hell on a crutch, that was hard.
My big plan was to “save it all” for the long stage so I could make progress during the cool hours. My achilles, however, decided that it would really be a great time to see the desert at night and threw a complete tantrum until [...]
WADDLE DISPATCH - STAGE 3 (53 mi)
barely have time to write because I finished so damn late. Let’s just say it was tough going and tommorow is the 54 mile / 2-day stage.
I can’t tell you how great it is to get emails… all the way from Japan (thanks Mika!) Everyone reads them aloud in the tents like we’re some prisoner [...]
WADDLE DISPATCH - STAGE 2
Yesterday’s dunes are gone, and with it any semblance of a breeze. No official temperature but I’ve heard the high was in the range of 105 - 115. With no breeze. On the plus side, I saw some baby goats.
The insanity of the day goes to Andrew, a 21 year old college kid from Tenessee. [...]
WADDLE DISPATCH - STAGE 1
Oh bugger. I knew this wouldn`t be a cakewalk, but I didn’t think I’d be so horridly slow.
7 something kilometers of dunes today. Do not for a minute imagine yourself at the beach strolling amongst the sea grass and turns’ nests.
Imagine instead a endless beach minus the ocean, located aroundabouts the new real estate lovingly [...]
A riddle from Marocco. (toenail count: 8)
What is this an image of?
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It’s a to-scale size of Mustapha Ait Amar’s rump.
We went for a jog through Ouzazarte this morning, and the main topic of interest was the petite size of Mustapha’s derriere. Granted, I’ve had folks ask if I’m running to save the Rhinos based on my backside, but even next [...]
Welcome to Ouarzazate (toenail count: 8.5)
What you see is what I got.It looks a bit like Death Valley, and is just as pleasant a place to go for a jog as I discovered this morning. There is as school for Cinema Studies nearby, this being a company town. Some crew is staying at our hotel. Unfortunately, some poor PA is [...]