Saturday 19th June 2010
We woke up late, I think Djalma felt much better after a good nights sleep. We had planned to climb the local mountain Jebel El-Kelaâ but because Curls felt so poorly we're hanging around town, taking it easy and washing our small mountain of clothes – I was fresh out of clean pants.
After splashing our clothes with cold water and rubbing the sweaty smelly bits with soap, we left our clothes on the terrace to dry while we were out.
We got some salad sandwiches and some pastry from a bakery which was wafting out smells so delicious we had to go in and buy something. We headed up the opposite side of town to a fancy hotel perched on the top of one of the small hills surrounding the town. The breeze was strong and the view was good but I was knackered and whining like a child so we stayed long enough to take some photos before heading back to the same café to relax and use the wifi.
We stayed for most of the afternoon, Djalma hooked up with his boys, the old man who had looked like a local saint the first time we met was now looking very normal and not quite so saint like dressed in an ironed blue shirt and 90s style jeans (roomy round the hips tapering to the ankle), but still with the same serene smile and twinkling eyes. I posted things to the blog and edited pictures, all the time in front of the computer giving me a headache so after a while we left. Instead of heading to the local hammam (today was going to be the big day) we headed the long way home having a snack dinner, nibbling things from small street stands along the way – the best kind of dinner.
Back at the hotel I had a long hot/cold shower, in lieu of of a scrub down, and used some of the pressed olive soap that we had picked up on the way home. We'd seen buckets of the stuff all over Morocco, usually being sold in food shops/stalls but we didn't know what it was – I read about hammam etiquette in our guidebook and seeing the next bucket of dense brown goo, I made the connection. Man, did it make me feel clean, clean like a 4 year child having been given a good scrubbing by my Granny and it was good!
We curled up on the bed and started watching 'The English Patient' Djalma fell asleep in under an hour and I went to sleep thirty minutes before the end. Peace out.
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