Here is a quick list before I am whisked away.
1. Cockroaches are the bane of my life.
2. I was terrified of them growing up in the Middle East.
3. Morocco is infested with them.
4. How do I sit in a poor person’s house, and smile and laugh and be polite, and eat the feast they prepared for us so kindly and generously, when my toes could be touched by a giant scuttling cockroach at any moment?
5. I saw five in the span of half an hour. Big shiny scuttling armoured brown creatures.
6. I want to go home.
7. I also don’t want to go home.
8. Yesterday we visited a family who live in the slums. Under corrugated iron roofs, her home was magnificently decorated in drapes and gold material. It was fabulous and meagre at the same time.
9. Today I watched some children play on the street. So carefree and happy with so little. A group of babies chortling over an empty yogurt pot. Then they chased each other and one chubby little boy had a plastic string caught on his ankle and trailing after him, and he was laughing and chasing after all the others, noticing the plastic but too anxious to catch up with his baby friends to care until he eventually tripped and fell on his baby face. It was hilarious, my dad picked him up and dusted him down but we just about died laughing. He was fine. Bounced right back up and laughed and carried on running with his baby friends. Tough little babies, you know, not soft and squishy and sensitive like our ones back in England.
10. My donkey friend? He still lulls me to sleep. EEEEawww. EEEEEawww. EEEEawww.