What he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places. - Italo Calvino

29 February 2020, Gare du Nord
Complexe Gare du Nord UM800 (R320)

A quiet day regrouping. Sleeping, reading, doing a little work on the blog. Omelette for breakfast, french fries and orange juice for lunch, chicken-potato-onion-olive tagine for dinner.
We’re about 210km from the Western Sahara / Morocco border. Running very late for Morocco proper and our visa limitations and our future plans… A good excuse to take the bus through Western Sahara!