Sunday, February 25, 2007

on the way home tonight, all i wanted to do was come home and go to sleep, because i'm exhausted (again). it was a struggle to make it all the way to my final bus stop without falling asleep. but i'm a trooper. all i had to do was walk the final 7 blocks and i'd be home, but as i crossed broadway, i noticed a bunch of unmarked police cars, and a set of cones blockading the road south. there was one other person who got off at the same stop, and as we began our way down the street, a policeman came out of one car and asked us where we were going. the other guy answered first, saying he was going to his apartment.

"this one right here?"

"nope, the next one down."

"sorry sir, you can't go there right now. there's a man with a gun on the balcony and no one's allowed near there."

at this point, the guy who lived there started exclaiming how he knew he should have reported the gunman earlier because of things he'd overheard earlier in the week -- arguments and yelling but all in the same voice, bangs and crashes, things worthy of noise complaints. but the cop explained that they'd all been sitting around there for 6 hours now, trying to calm him down and bring him with them, or at least to relinquish the gun, i guess.

at this point he realised that me and otherdude weren't together, and asked me where i was going. after i told him, he told me that i could go through, but just walk on the other side of the road. so off i went, crossing the street, but as i walked by and saw a troop of bulletproofed cops walking back from the building, i looked up at the top balcony and saw the guy there looking out, presumably at the cops, i hope. and suddenly it dawned on me how close he was, and how i could see the gun in his hand, and fortunately it was at his side but it wouldn't take much for him to lift it up and point it at me, and would the giant umbrella i had with me seem like a target or something, and if this guy really was a little on the crazy side, how good would his aim be, and would he actually shoot at me, and would he be more likely to shoot at me if i was walking on his side of the street, and how i was beginning to feel like he was watching me, and is his hand still hanging down, or has he lifted it up now, i can't really tell, and . . .

i was walking pretty quickly at that point, just to get away from that scene. but after that rush of adrenaline and anxiety, so much for going straight to bed tonight.

Monday, February 19, 2007

generally i refuse to post silly quiz results. silly quizzes are fun to waste time with, but people generally don't care about it unless they're you.

however, this one made me laugh. a lot. so i post it.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

i did.

london sucks.

even if it is nice to waste a day catching up on email and talking to friends i haven't had contact with in awhile.

le sigh.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

so here's a twist you never expected:
i missed my flight back to london on wednesday, and am still in southern morocco.

unlike the other times that i've missed flights, however, i really didn't mean to this time. but times were closely cut and when i got to the checkin counter (after they dawdled for 15 minutes) they told me that it was too late, they'd closed the checkin 10 minutes ago, oh well! and that was when i realised how much i'd been looking forward to a nice long hot shower, a laundry machine, eating baguettes and nutella in bordeaux with ivana, and making tofu stirfry with rachel. and being able to understand what's being said all around me.

so i sat on the floor all upset for a few minutes and considered options. in the end, the price to go the same day really didn't seem worthwhile, so i headed off to an internet cafe with imad, booked a new flight, and headed back to agdz to spend a few more nights couchsurfing at his place and hanging out in one town that i really did like.

and sad as i am that i'm not in bordeaux right now, it's pretty good here in agdz. it's warm, it's friendly, i was just given couscous for lunch by the owners of the internet cafe just because, i'm hanging out with imad and his friends and other travellers on their way through the city, singing until late in the night, climbing through ruins of an old kasbah surrounded by palm trees, and seeing more stars than i've seen in years. and i almost don't want to leave for the airport again tomorrow night.

but i will. i should.

i hope.