marrakech has turned a wee bit nasty since we rented an apartment in another city sunday… i think it’s jealous and has decided to make us pay our final 5 days here. monday afternoon hot water gas ran out. monday night i turned into an exorcist clone expelling liquids from both ends of my body due to eating unwashed fruit. this morning the kitchen sink started leaking all over the floor. i was expelling the rest of last night’s liquids in the bathroom, so the sink decided to join me. be something poetic in that if it weren’t so painful, nasty and messy.
on the good foot, the concierge replaced our gas this morning and refused our payment of appreciation in the process. and there can’t be much more left for my body to expel, so i’ve got to start feeling better any minute. and more good news, we’re almost out of smoke – i’m tired of getting high every night. who’dda thunk i would ever say that. in my defense, i’m now in my 17th year of being sober, and i’m down to two vices: cannibas and caffeine.
now i’ll have yesterday’s bath, wash off last night’s sickness, this morning’s sweat. the simple joys of world travel.
walked 2 hours bare-headed through 95 degree african cloudless sky sun. believe my brain pan shrunk. thank god i wasn’t using it. understand now why life forms here automatically seek shade. i went from tree sidewalk shadow to tree sidewalk shadow. i’ve become a shadow seeker.
