FollowAt four a.m. I awoke with a start. The call to prayer blared thru the tinny loudspeaker on the minaret by our rooftop accommodation and the light was on in our room. It was so bright I thought it was the sun. In the center of the room, Darlene was standing on the bed furious for a mosquito, “he got me five times!” Luckily, I drifted back to sleep.
That afternoon I got online to help launch a new website for Pixelface Graphics in Portland, Oregon and Darlene talked to Tess on a video conference over the internet. We are in the medina across from an old medersa where there was a seventeenth century clock powered entirely by the flow of water from pot to pot to turn the gears and advance time. The clockmaker passed years ago, as did his art. Today, an old man sits in the alley with a basket of hay half full of eggs as donkey carts pull crates of produce thru the one lane maze of streets.
New meets old on quite the canvas, this medieval city is intoxicating.
November 1st, 2009 by David Boardman
Hopefully the mosquitos are the greatest threat to your safety! We think about you and talk about you all the time back here in mundane old Clackamas! Travel on dream warriors!