blogging on the run
The last day at home for ten weeks. I haven't even started putting books and clothes in to the rucksack, so I must get on.
I learned yesterday that I'm to stay and teach in a wee town called Zawiyah. I've only ever passed through it before now, en route to Tunisia. (It's quite handy for the border, actually; if my visa allows it, I might get the odd weekend on the drink). So the next post will be from an internet cafe in Zawiyah, inshallah. And I'll be hungover and spotty, because I've to consume much booze and bacon over the next few hours ;-/
I learned yesterday that I'm to stay and teach in a wee town called Zawiyah. I've only ever passed through it before now, en route to Tunisia. (It's quite handy for the border, actually; if my visa allows it, I might get the odd weekend on the drink). So the next post will be from an internet cafe in Zawiyah, inshallah. And I'll be hungover and spotty, because I've to consume much booze and bacon over the next few hours ;-/
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