Sunday 13th June, Tinerhir, Morocco.

I'm lousy with a head cold and sore throat. My current travel buddy Kevin has a mighty case of the squirts, and tends to stay within a direct line of sight to the nearest toilet. Between us, we're not exactly a party waiting to happen. I've spent most of the day dozing, and popping sudafeds and antibiotics. Kevin has spent his day trudging between his room and the toilet. I wouldn't mind moving on tomorrow as this hotel room isn't really very cheerful, with its single window opening into the interior hallway. But packing up and moving seems like a hassle, so I might just ride out a couple of days here till I'm feeling better.

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