DAY 14 Essaouira
12th December 2005
View from the apartment's terrace. Enlarge image
I woke up feeling sorry for myself. My stomach had been upset for the last few days, but now I felt a bit like I’d been kicked in the balls - sensitive, nausea, stomach cramps, pain behind my eyes plus I’d managed to inherited Andy’s cold. Nothing at all serious, but it added up to make me an unhappy bunny. I barely made it out of bed all day, the furthest I ventured was to shop next door to buy water and orange juice. The orange juice, with 100% written on the front in big numbers, turned out to be the Moroccan equivalent of Sunny Delight. 100% what I don’t know, the rest was in arabic. I spent the day sleeping and reading ‘The curious incident of the dog in the night time’ which I found downstairs in reception. I only managed to eat mandarin oranges, but at least they were 100% orange.
Andy and Ol went out for a walk along the beach in the morning. Ol returned to the beach in the afternoon to do some more horse riding, while Andy sat out in the sun on our terrace.
