Holiday

I don't regret it. Cycling. Pah. Why?
For a start pretty damn good food eg fab salads, chicken with pickled lemons and olives, caramelised banana tart and lime mousse on lime sorbet. Speaking of food we are baking here. The warm jumpers that each of us packed for when the temperature drops at night time have remained in the suitcase. 105F yesterday. F indeed. And dropping to a barmy 102 today. The pool is our saviour. And AC in the rooms. Night time temps must be cooler but not so's you'd notice. At 5.50 am I was sitting on a flat topped adobe wall skirting the roof. The sky just turning from black to bruised blue over the eastern horizon. Stars fading, dogs barking, cocks crowing, goats shuffling. The sulphur street lights in the village switched off...all at once. I imagine that's someone's job, then he crouches on the dusty roadside and leans against a shady wall until his next task; switching them on again tonight. Saida, the maid in our abode will be in the kitchen soon, preparing breakfast for our tummies still full from a 4 course, delicious meal last night. Somehow, I'm not putting on weight. Or is that image in the mirror a mirage? No booze here, our choice. And somehow it seems respectful to observe local customs. The girls rode camels yesterday. Afterwards we drank mint tea sitting on palm logs covered in Moroccan mats. So I've bought one. Yes I bought a rug in Morocco. Today's task? Figuring out how I get it home! It's a tough life.