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... canned meat we made dinner and had a few drinks together.
Other teams also came in among which the Volvo which suffered damage to the radiator, the engine mounts and the oil carter in the desert. Victor assited the team with translating to the mechanic who came to the camp site to find challenge drivers in need of repairs.
Time for rest now. Tomorrow we go to Foum-Zguid!
Poor Alan was so sore he couln't get out of the car. Mohamed and I went to nearby shop which I hoped would sell aspirin but to my dismay it didn't. A bottle of Coke was all I could do for our patient. Mohamed who had spent some time talking with the shop owner returned to the car with the bad news that the country toward Zagora was flooded and completely unaccessible, even for strong four wheel drive vehicles like ...
... we spent a few minutes in the square while some of the girls went shopping. Naturally, Shannon found a kid with a soccer ball and and got to play a little while we waited.
- Assistance Clubs (or as they are known on our bus, Ass Clubs) are public assistance organizations. Some examples are the King's wife (known not as a queen, but rather a princess... weird...) is involved in ...
... and longer by several millimetres than the big toe........on both feet. It is a phenomenon that both my brother and I share: twin toes.
So I digress a bit as usual. The kit list did say that we should wear well worn in walking boots but I thought that after 9 years my rare Olang boys boots were a bit too worn in to the extent that they felt loose on my feet, even with the thickest socks. So I bought a new pair, in the sale, for £25. Silly, silly girl.
... he tells me with a broad smile “you are welcome in our village”. A nice way to start out the day.
And after wandering around this town for a bit—which has more long, straight alleys, rather than twisted mazelike alleys of smaller villages, I exit to the main highway again. Passing by the high school, a crowd of schoolkids ask that I play from music ...