Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Tuesday, 13 June 2006

The Hammam

I've posted previously on what the hammam is like, at least for the guys. My friend Autumn took Jessica & Marissa to the hammam on the women's side. They evidently felt quite free to take advantage of our statement that they would take twice as long as us, and stayed for tea in the hammam after they were done. Also evidently their hosts in the hammam felt badly for them, as they had some things missing. They came back quite...changed. bismillahu rahmani rahim. la illaha illa allah.

The snails were skipped, as most of them have had that experience. But we had a very nice evening at the fancy coffee shop, Cafe des Arts, with excellent tagines, crepes, and panaches. The next morning they headed up North to the Morses in Tanja.

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