It is 9 am Morocco time. I have had zero sleep since 1pm, save for a twenty minute nap, I think, around 4pm. My eyes feel funny, and Thomas is coming to watch football sometime today. The wind has been howling and wheezing for two hours, and because I am lying by the window, it feels like we have air conditioning.
My upper back is too sore to sleep now, and the sun is coming through even though the window is blocked by my towel curtain. I have to pee every 15 minutes. I think I am going to change my position and lie on the other ponj. Oh, did the wind just stop?
Nope. I keep thinking about ramen. Like as much as I normally think about pizza. It's cause we watched that David Cheng show on the netflix, and so I eat it about three times a week. This is why there are only two packs left which means that I need to go to Ouarzazate on maybe Monday or Tuesday to get ramen packs. And real butter. And BOOOZE. If I were not in Morocco, I would make my ramen special, with bean sprouts, and pork belly, and mushrooms, and homemade broth, but because I AM in Morocco, I settle for packaged ramen that I eat only with egg and sriracha. Sometimes they actually have collard greens at souk, so I use those occasionally, but usually there are no leafy greens to be found in the Sahara.
I spend most hours of boredom now daydreaming about food variety in lands far from me.
My upper back is too sore to sleep now, and the sun is coming through even though the window is blocked by my towel curtain. I have to pee every 15 minutes. I think I am going to change my position and lie on the other ponj. Oh, did the wind just stop?
Nope. I keep thinking about ramen. Like as much as I normally think about pizza. It's cause we watched that David Cheng show on the netflix, and so I eat it about three times a week. This is why there are only two packs left which means that I need to go to Ouarzazate on maybe Monday or Tuesday to get ramen packs. And real butter. And BOOOZE. If I were not in Morocco, I would make my ramen special, with bean sprouts, and pork belly, and mushrooms, and homemade broth, but because I AM in Morocco, I settle for packaged ramen that I eat only with egg and sriracha. Sometimes they actually have collard greens at souk, so I use those occasionally, but usually there are no leafy greens to be found in the Sahara.
I spend most hours of boredom now daydreaming about food variety in lands far from me.
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