I have been sick for two days. It is an accumulative and conjuntive failure. The riding in the cold air gave me a sore throat, and because it was so cold I drank 4 cups of Morrocan Whiskey (Tea) in 2 days, and then I more ravenoulsy then sensibly ate at a dubious cafe, where the chicken was kept warm by a flourescent bulb.
So I ended up with a caffeine withdrawal headache, a sore throat, the runs, and a hot/cold fever thing. I did not have the energy to get out of bed, and when I did, I got back in bed for warmth as the room was unheated. (most rooms are unheated) I thought about going to the hospital. I felt so alone. To have had someone to help me make decisions, to have ran out and gotten things to eat, to have looked after me…
I am reluctant to take pills, so put off invading my mini pharmacy for a day. Mistake. I began taking codeine pain pills, antidiareal medicine and an antinflamitory. Low and behold, I felt well enough to chance riding today.
I had eaten only 5 tangerines in the last two days, so my oomph was on vacation. But I made it 74 Km to Rich, including a steep 1400 ft climb.
The photographer was replaced with the survivalist today, sorry. The terrain was high desert, chocolate colored, mud brick homes, sheep herding, a skinny winding road with chunks missing, and dashing grey creeks.
Rich is overwhelmingly foreign. There is nothing here for the western tourist, it is as Allah made it for Morrocans. It is dirty, crowded, noisy, colorful, and as alien to me as it is natural to it’s inhabitants.
Ooh, I found this great Mexican resterant and had…. Just kidding.
My attitude is compromised by my not feeling well. I’m sure I’ll be loving it again tomorrow!