I flew to Marrakech, journeyed through the Atlas Mountains. Travelled out into the Sahara desert, camped among the dunes. Then I built a birdhouse and left it there.
Apart from falling in love with my, fellow hemisphere dwelling, girlfriend; Getting myself to Africa has been my Northern-Hemisphere-anchor.
During one of our camel trips we stopped under a tree for a break. While drinking some Moroccan-sugary tea, I noticed a bird landing on the branches above.
Vindication! I may have provided a home for something after all. I’d love to see where my birdhouse ends up.
On to the next. I am planning a new continent-build from now on.