I made a getaway to cafe Mouja and reading a book here about Niger and about it’s river and poets living in small towns playing their instruments called kora and how they like to listen James Brown and Jimi Hendrix.
I’m happy and positive about myself.
I’m sitting in a cafe in Taghazout, Morocco. I have been many times here over the years. I see lot of tourists here. Drinking their tea, café nous nous or fresh smoothie.
I am here as well. It’s overwhelming feeling. To make it here. To Africa. A traveler. With many other foreigners. It’s the same feeling like I had it on Mentawai. I made it. Like every dream came true.