(Update: New postcards from Burkina “where?” Faso added May 27. Click once on each thumbnail to read the nitty gritty. The one on the right tells 3 B.F. episodes, including a short tale of trying to get into Ghana twice at the wrong border crossing. We thought we could be cavalier and enter – the map had a little icon for “border crossing” – but alas, we got turned back. Twice. More police, more guns, more fun!)
< children rule :: Burkina Faso rules> 
(Update: New postcards added May 10. Click once on each thumbnail. Written January in Morocco. Last two on right, yes, “Berber whiskey” (mint tea) and “love camels,” are the same as those at bottom of post, but with face of card added.)
I believe at this point I’ve sent at least one postcard to everyone who sent me their updated address. If you did not get one, um, feel free to flame email me, “Dude, where’s my card?”
Because I obsessively collect images/items on camera, and I don’t really trust the post offices, I’ve taken a photograph of every postcard before I’ve sent them out. This helped in Morocco when it was actually ME losing the card before it went out (sorry, Ami in Chicago). Thus, I have a digital backup that I can EMAIL to people. Touche!
There’s another bonus. I’m collecting all my postcards on this post so people can see a general “what-David-or-Megan-was-thinking-at-X-location” overview of our 7.2 month trek. Elation, frustration, or both, you get it here. Oh, and if this is tacky, I’m thinking the ends justify the means. For one, about 75 percent of my writing is on postcards, not journals or blogs. Also, I’ve blacked out most addresses and names, so I’m not divulging personal info. As Milan Kundera writes in the book Megan and I are finishing, Immortality (Megan has a 5-star review here on goodreads.com) every letter you write can conceivably go out to the world after you die, so why wait? Here’s the dirt.
Plus, most everyone I’ve asked says, “Go ahead and use them online.” More will come later. Click once for full size. On the left is about the so-called “Hollywood” of Morocco, and the right, a top 10 list of things we love/hate on Morocco (mostly love).
