*Lola Reid Allin is a traveler, author, and freelance photographer currently based in Hastings County, Canada. She is a commercial pilot, PADI DiveMaster, and Maya ethnographer who has lived Mexico’s Yucatan, Belize, British Columbia interior, and almost everywhere in Ontario. Her extensive travels include intensive exploration of Kenya, Morocco, Tanzania, Portugal, Spain, Germany, France, India, Australia, Peru, Cuba, and the Maya Lands of Mexico, Belize, and Guatemala. Her volunteer experience includes translation, photography, and teaching in Kenya, Honduras, and Guatemala.
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DESERT DAYS Each day was the same. Different. Sweeping sand dunes embraced us. We roamed, our vista sand and dunes and sky. Many had traveled here before but never did our pathways traverse their trails. Swirling sand grains danced with any breeze that offered, swiftly erasing memories. On occasion, Khalid, Ali, and I encountered vacant tent camps abandoned by their Berber residents, gone to the cities to make money for a few days or many weeks. Tree branches supporting woven wool blankets created spacious shelters. Each blanket pattern and colour differed from the next, creating a kaleidoscope of colour to contrast the sand, golden like poplar leaves in autumn. Ragged blanket corners wavered in the breeze. Deep within Erg Chebbi, the Sahara of Morocco, we sight our own Berber-blanket tent camp, snug within a narrow valley.
... read moreAFRICA'S FUTURE Unlike the heartbreaking images of the severely malnourished, this healthy family represents the future of Africa. With clean water, education and healthcare, their future holds promise. This adoring mother nestles her youngest of three. Somehow you know the doctor is smiling, enjoying a shared moment of understanding with another parent.
... read moreWAAAAIT FOR MEEEEEE.........! Ten minutes before this adorable weeks-old tiny elephant crossed our path, our Cessna Caravan touched down upon the hard-pack dirt landing strip in the Masai Mara. Our guides, two traditionally-garbed Masai men, escorted us to their Land Rover, our safari vehicle for the week. Hot-coloured beaded chains dangled from their necks and their stretched earlobes. Wide, beaded bracelets adorned their arms and ankles. A knife was strapped to Siololo's calf. His spear rested on the floorboard, slightly menacing, projecting between us in the rear seats. It was our third week in Kenya but we were desperate for a vacation. The previous two weeks were consumed by our volunteer vacation at Mully Childrens’ Family. The personal commitment by the founders, Charles and Esther Mulli, had inspired my husband and me to volunteer with 20
... read moreSERENITY Winston Churchill famously advocated that if travelers had but one day to experience Morocco, that one day should be in Marrakech. This metropolis, used for one thousand years by southern tribes and Berbers socializing and trading, likely began as most desert meeting places, a higgledy-piggledy collection of blanket-tents situated around an oasis. Several unique architectural creations dominate the ancient stone-walled medina, a vibrant city-centre bounded on the north by sprawling souks offering a multi-coloured cornucopia of leather and sheepskin, wood, jewellery, copper, and textiles. Just inside the city’s southern walls, the intricately carved white columns inside the once-forgotten crepuscular Saadian Tombs contrast with the soaring Koutoubia Minaret, dominating the incomparable Plaza Djemaa el Fna, the “assembly of the dead”. Without this plaza festoo
... read moreBOR PANIAGUA During my visits to Naha’, I settle with Kin Sol, his wife, in their family home. This created community of nearly 300 people is comprised entirely of Northern Lacandon Maya, whose ancestors lived in isolated woodland pockets rather than structured neighbourhoods. Several other similar villages, all created by government decree, are scattered near the ancient Maya cities of Palenque, Yaxchilan, and Tonina, Mexico. Cement-block homes with tin roofs flank the dusty dirt trail that meanders through the settlement. Traditional wooden homes with thatch roofs occupied by the community elders are set back from the road, obscured by dense rainforest foliage. For many days, Kin Sol caressed my vibrant blue-and-green cotton hammock, its’ softness a stark contrast to their coarsely woven single-width hammocks, the only kind available in San Cristobal de Las Casas, th
... read moreALGERIA, BEYOND THE DUNES Leaving my B&B Riad Dar Kamar concealed within the tangled lanes of Kasbah Taourirt in the village of Ouarzazate, I boarded the local bus, filled with Moroccans. Drawn irresistibly to the vast panoramic potential of the desert, I began my second foray on dromedary into the Moroccan countryside, the Western Sahara. Without prior arrangements, I planned simply to arrive at Rissani, an implausibly conservative village. Meandering tortuous sandy lanes, dodging horse-and mule-drawn carts and black ghosts - women cloaked in the abaya, with only hands, feet, and the occasional face visible, a statement underlining their modesty not their religion - I would be sought and hailed by hawkers bidding desert safaris. A lanky black-leather-jacket-clad traveler wearily slouched upon the seat opposite me, gazing outward. A stark white Moroccan turban accentuated
... read moreQUEEN FOR A MOMENT This cobbled road winds upward into Jaisalmer Fort, its sand-yellow ramparts of Jurassic sandstone thrusting skyward, the desert sands transformed. Residents, itinerant merchants, and travelers pack into the constricted meandering laneways of India’s “Golden City”. Against towering bastions, these two youngsters amused themselves. Likely unaware of tragic historic events, they played between the second gate, where traitors and criminals were thrown into the “death well”, and the main square, where royal women chose death at the hands of their husbands who faced imminent defeat on the battlefield, rather than dishonourable rape by conquering troops. Seated nearby upon brilliantly coloured blankets strewn with sparkling silver jewellery, their mothers eked out a living. Throughout Rajasthan we witnessed similar scenes: adults working, children crea
... read moreSOLITARY CAT, CHEFCHAOUEN, MOROCCO Admiring this surreal image, viewers first think that the extensive Delft Sky blue has been achieved with a computer-generated program, realizing quickly that the cat’s fur, although not as white as it could be, certainly is not blue. Chefchaouen, the name itself extraordinary, is unlike anywhere else in the world. Although the blue is not restricted to Chefchauoen (also called Chaouen, Xaouen), nowhere else in North Africa is this dreamlike colour given such prominence, with such impact. The entire residential area of the medina, a walled city section featuring constricted labyrinthine lanes, displays spectacular hues of blue, a shadowy dark shade nearest the earth, fading in phases, with the upper walls a powdery blue-white. Sheltered by steep hills, Djebala tribespeople settled in this remote, isolated area in 1471 A.D. welcoming only Mu
... read moreSeven millennium ago Shiva, the Divine Creator, the Omnipotent Hindu God, created the mysterious City of Light. Kashi "The Luminous", the now-ancient Varanasi beguiles us all. Never incarnate, he is often depicted with four or five faces, holding a trident, draped with serpents, and bearing a third eye in his forehead. Regarded as ‘The Creator of the Universe,’ he is identified with the lingam, a phallic symbol. He is often accompanied by a consort, a ‘Great Divine Mother,’ who assumes various forms including Parvati and Shakti, the vital primordial feminine energy that empowers Shiva. In their quest for divine communion, devotees must demonstrate selfless love. Some ascetics choose to enter the Tantric realm, confronting life’s impurities of alcohol, sex, and death, merging the profane with the sacred to achieve the profound realization that Shiva is omnipresent.
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