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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
So here I am. In Morocco. Rather weird. I’m already working away and going through the usually difficult task of getting to know the job and the people surrounding it. All ready I have learned a few dozen names and forgotten them. And what with the language difficulties getting to know them and pronounce their names correctly is going to be a bit tougher than usual. Although most people speak French so I get more of a gist of things than I thought I would. Even some Italians, although that rather shakier.
Flew over on a half empty flight and landed amid lightening storms and a VERY bumpy landing. It’s enough to make you start praying again. Flying is not my favourite activity.
My hotel is a nice as it looks – I have a nice big room with lots of palm trees to look at out of the window. Not enough coat hangers though – always the way. And I managed to break my electronic safe first night there. Yay me.
Food is much better than I was worried about. I’m a faddy eater at the best of times, and I was concerned I might have trouble finding things to eat. Had a lovely Ravioli last night, breakfast supplies a mix of cereals, pastries, fresh fruit, yoghurt and hot stuff like eggs, bacons and pancakes. Lunch today I had a fish pie which is probably the most delicious thing I have EVER eaten. It’s basically shaped like a deep fried Frisbee with assorted seafood and thin noodles inside it. Delicious.
It’s roasting hot outside, but the sky has been rather cloudy today. Thankfully we have working air conditioning, so I’m not sweating away in the office at least.
The roads I’ve noticed are mental so far too – crazy scooters clearly held together by a hairpin and a lot of donkeys!
Feeling utterly homesick – departing was a bit of a ‘mare what with the raging hormones. You’d think I was leaving for a year the way I was wailing on. Not feeling exactly complete without the Cheesm here – but we’ve done this before, and from what I recall it leads to some rather yummy reunions.
5:20 pm
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