I can’t believe I just spent 5 and a half hours to board a 30 minute flight! The small aircraft I boarded from Casablanca to Tangier vibrated so hard you’d think the damn thing was falling apart, which made it none too comfortable being seated less than 5 feet from that god-knows-how-many-RPMs triple propellor. Mental note: next time look at a map before planning a trip, I should’ve just rented a car. Took the opportunity to devour half of Shadow Divers during the long ass layover.
What is it with Moroccan Arabic?! Listining to people speak, I can definately recognize the sound of the language, but I can’t understand a friggin’ word! And they lapse into French like every second word.
Tommorow is a free day, so I am checking out Tangier.
Bahrain was the end of the first leg of this year’s round of Middle East student recruiting. The tour was good. It was great meeting up with tour mates from last spring, specially Mike Wigal and Jason Combs. We didn’t get to do that dive in Bahrain as planned (but Mike and Jason dived in Beirut, which I skipped). We are already drafting plans for a potential trip to South America next summer.
There is something about flashy 5-star hotels that just doesn’t appeal to me that much (other than the crazy room rates)
The heat and humidity of the Gulf makes the Egyptian summer feel like great weather!
Gulf ISP’s suck.
Leaving to Morocco in 11 hours, where I’ll be going solo to Tangier, Casablanca and Rabat. Possibly Tunisia and/or Libya after that. I bought Shadow Divers in Bahrain Airport, should be a good read during the friggin 5-hour layover to Tangier (I should’ve just gone by car/bus)
My digicam is broken, so peep the pictures taken by Mike and Jason.
“There is a rat in the Kitchen!!” Screamed my mother in absolute horror.
2 minutes later, I was locked up in the kitchen with the “beast”. And I don’t get why something like 98% of people are afraid of rats? I mean, yes they can can carry all kinds of diseases and germs but other than that you don’t have to act like you’ve just seen a t-rex man eater for god’s sake! Actually, they’re kind of cute.
So anyway, I am armed with a broom and a flashlight, opening cupbords and looking behind the stove, the fridge and all that stuff in the kitchen. Nothing. So where did that little bastard go? Then I hear this scratching sound, coming from inside the stove! In one fluid move, I kick open the stove door, SWAT style, shining the flash light into its pitch black mouth, ready to deliver a mighty whack with the broom at anything that moves. The rat jumps out, and with amazing speed it runs on the wall, and gets on top of the kitchen cupboard, far from the reach of my lethal weapon. Then it peeks over the edge with its tiny head and little back eyes, as if its saying “catch me if you can now, bozo”.
Okay, this thing is actually smart. But apparently not smart enough to resist a piece of tomato on one of those sticky pads