Category Archives: Morocco

Living in Paradise

I’d forgotten how wonderful Fes is as a city. This morning I was out of the door at nine so that I wouldn’t be late for my exam at 10 (it went fine, by the way) and got a taxi very easily. The sun was out and the whole city seemed to be glowing. I’m not the only person to remark that it seems cleaner here than when we left. It’s truly beautiful as a place. And I love the sun.

Since I have exams all this week (only 5 to go now guys!) I probably won’t have very much of interest to say, but I will try and come out with something each day.

Thought for the day:
Is there anything more instantly pleasing than nice toilet paper?

I can hear you laughing, but I am totally serious. Think on it. I’m off to revise.

Touchdown

I am in Morocco. It’s not raining.

I am very glad to be back, more than I honestly realised. For the first time in four weeks I have great motivation to work (only slightly marred by my need to get back to blogging) and I have never known a group of people so welcoming, outside of my own family. My room is beautiful, and my stuff is already back in its rightful place.

I enjoyed my time in the UK, but now that I’m back expect more posts, more exciting adventures (and other unexciting ones) and a whole lot of love from North Africa.

For now though, I have 13 hours until my first exam. Peace out.

Back by popular demand.

Are you all still out there? It’s been a while I know, but I’m back to my old tricks. To those of you who I don’t know well, the reason for the month-long break is that I have been off school and back in my native UK. To qualify that as a reason not to do a blog, I am going to write up my holiday diary for you. By this I mean, the things I did date by date, to prove that I was too busy for blogging.

19/12/10 – Flight back to the UK (in the snow) back at midnight.
20/12/10 – Sleep catch-up (yes, this was VITAL) and Pub
21/12/10 – Gift shopping and spending time with a certain Abstract Outlook
22/12/10 – Sleep again
23/12/10 – Sleep followed by expecting to go on a huge night out. Which was cancelled because everyone backed out. Fairynuff for me.
24/12/10 – CHRISTMAS EVE and therefore the day of many church services.
25/12/10 – CHRISTMAS DAY so we have 20 people at our house, along with loads of food and good cheer. and Trivial Pursuit. A good day had by all.
26/12/10 – Some close friends of the  family come over. More Trivial Pursuit. We lost, because I was on a team with a pair of teenage boys. And we got questions like

‘What is considered illegal in the Borough of Westminster
for people under 16 years old?’
I’ll let you ponder that one and get back to me on it. The answer is hilariously off-piste.
27/12/10 – I travelled for 7 hours by train to see the boy et al. It was a long journey filled with loud south-Asians.
28/12/10 to 5/1/11 – A lot of good stuff happened here. I can’t list it all out because it would take too long, but it was fantastic.
6/1/11 – I took the train home, stopping to see my best friend in Leeds. At 11pm we went to pick up a visiting BMS from the airport.
7/1/11 – BMS and I visited Sudbury. It rained and we had fish and chips
8/1/11 – I drove BMS to Cambridge. We were given a wonderful tour by a good friend, and saw a lot.
9/1/11 – Family meal day. All the family came round.
10/1/11 – London. Madame Tussauds, the South Bank, Buck house and Parliament. And Oxford Street.
11/1/11 – More London. Covent Garden, Leicester Square, Harrods, The Tower. Oh, and Oxford Street.
12/1/11 – We stayed in. And slept.
13/1/11 – Colchester, for shopping and the castle.
14/1/11 – Back to Cambridge for anything we’d missed, including the backs, and another visit to the Fudge Kitchen
15/1/11 – Day out with BMS and the parents. We went to Southwold, and my Dad won me a big pencil on the fruit machine.
16/1/11 – So here we are today. I have had a shower, blogged, and am about to leave to get on a plane back to Fes.
I hope it isn’t raining.

Guys. It’s Christmas

So hey. I’m now home, and in the snow. I’ve just wrapped the most Christmas presents you have ever seen. If you know me at all, consider yourself in luck because you’re probably getting something. If you don’t get anything, I’m sorry for getting your hopes up. But really, I tried to buy for everyone.

So today is all about Christmas present distribution for me really. And from now until I get back to Morocco you might find the blog getting a bit empty, for which I’m sincerely sorry. The truth is that you now know me inside out and there is really only so much I can say without starting to delve into the lives of others. Which I may begin doing, who knows? Anyway, thanks for being interested, I’m always happy to see when people have stopped by for a quick read. If I don’t get a chance to see you before the big day, let me wish everyone a massive (and yes, I plan on altering the text size in accordance with that)

 
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
 
God bless x

Home

I am feeling unreasonable animosity towards the herd of British people on Facebook who are insistently rubbing my face in the fact that there is ridiculous snow over there. Today Ryanair cancelled all flights into London, which is a bad precedent for little old me, flying tomorrow.

I have to be honest, being stuck here wouldn’t be terrible. Sure, I’d not enjoy not seeing my family after being away for three months, and it would be rubbish to not see The Boy, but I am lucky enough to have a lovely adoptive family here, who will do all they can to make me being unexpectedly stranded bearable. So to be honest I’m just preparing myself for that eventuality now.

Having said that, I have to take a second to remind everyone that I DON’T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE SNOW. In the nicest way possible.

Cake

I know it’s been a while, but I only got hold of this photo today. This is the cake I had for my birthday. The family get four every year, one for each family member. They get them from the same place, and they’ve been going there for close to 20 years. Apparently when they went to order my cake, the guy was really excited, because it was the wrong time of year. On the day of my birthday they convinced me that they had forgotten to pick it up, and that I wouldn’t have a cake. I wasn’t particularly bothered by this since the cake is really hard to eat, all cream and nuts and things. Then suddenly the lights went out and there it was in all it’s glory.

And it was jolly good too.

Enjoy.

Snowed Under

In case you aren’t aware, the weather in the UK has been unseasonably cold for the past few weeks. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, because everyone knows that snow is fun, and did I mention, I’m living in North Africa. However, today I got told something horrible, and now, I’m really scared.

This is what I got told. A load of snow is expected in the next few days. Guess who was planning on travelling in the next few days? That’s right. Me.
I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t get home. I might cry. I’m on the verge of crying now, and it hasn’t even happened yet. I know that it’s irrational to care this much, but you’ve seen my recent posts. Getting home and seeing family is a pretty big deal for little old me right about now. Never mind the fact that a trip to see The Boy will be totally off the cards if it snows too heavily.
Bad times people. Bad times.

CBA Day

I am having a cba day. For those of you not familiar with that particular internet acronym, lmgtfy. Anyhow, that is not being helped by the amount of work I have. Today in class we were given an entire writing composition to do. Not ideal considering we finish for Christmas tomorrow. Crazy Moroccan teaching styles coming in here.

So I’ve been semi-working, and semi-watching Only Connect, which I managed to get behind on while the internet was broken. And eating Halls Cherry, the nicest medicinal sweet in the world.

It’s not a good diet.
I honestly can’t wait to get home now, if just to sleep for days on end. These early mornings are still getting to me, even after 3 months, though I can happily say I’ve only actually turned up late once, and then I was hideously ill. Still, home is much looked forward to. I love it here and I’ll miss the whole family like mad. But get me home.
Please?

When there is nothing left to say

Now. Now is when there is nothing left to say. Seriously. I am out of blog ideas and I feel dead guilty about it.

Incidentally, I’m home in 7 DAYS! If you’re not excited about that, then I don’t want to know you. Or, I actually don’t know you, and therefore there is no reason for you to be excited. It’s also an option. If I don’t already know you, don’t take that last comment personally.

I have spent today on Skype mostly, and made a poster. At some point I might get a chance to share it with you, if I feel like it’s good enough, and I get permission to. I’m no artist, so it’s not amazing, but the people I made it for seemed to like it, which realistically is all that matters.

All night I’ve had nothing to say. Sad state of affairs.

G’night x