Footage of the Casteller human castle festival in Spain. And yes, one of them collapses. By Mike Randolph.

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I’ve been meaning to post about this for a while now, OWTIC contributor Benji Lanyado put me on to it a couple of months ago. Airbnb is a website where people advertise their flats or rooms to rent to travellers. There’s some amazing apartments available and for great prices. Forget being ripped off by hotels or having to share hostel rooms with 100 crustys, live like a local instead, Airbnb is the way forward.

Some more images from my recent trip to Morocco, taken on my phone.

The leather tanneries of Fez.

Marrakech medina

Storm water in Fez

Some images from my recent trip to Morocco, taken on my phone. Yup, that phone. Increasingly I’m finding that when I go away, a phone is all I need for writing, researching, taking photographs, recording audio, and even rough video.

A roadside butchers on the way from Fez to Chefchaouen.

A record store owner in Fez.

Powdered wool dye in the Marrakesh medina.

I spent last weekend in San Francisco and by complete accident managed to coincide with Bay to Breakers. It’s a 12 k foot race that takes place on the third Sunday in May going from downtown in the east to the great highway on the western coast. Started in 1906 as a way to lift the cities spirits after a disastrous earthquake, it’s over 100 years old and the oldest consecutively run footrace in the world.
What makes this more fun than your average 12 k run is that most people follow it getting drunk in fancy dress or as its famous for, nothing at all (as is usual with public nudity it tends to be the realm of the ugly naked guy). Imagine the London marathon on acid or Bestival x the Notting Hill Carnival and you’ve pretty much got Bay to Breakers. The event was described to me by the very friendly locals who kindly took me under their wing, as the most San Francisco day in the San Francisco calendar, so a pretty bloody good day to visit then. Be warned they start early, 7am early, although I joined at a more reasonable 10:30 at the halfway point in the Haight Ashbury district, where a lot of people seemed to stop to rave in the park or crash one of the numerous house parties in the area. Even joining halfway it felt like a surprisingly long way to the finish so after walking the route for an hour or so we turned back to go to my adopted friends house to drink some beer and eat some meat. Cheers San Francisco!