Wearing flipflops in Rome
Traffic congestion and fashionistas in silk dresses and oversized sunglasses
Last days…
After much popular demand (thank you Follower number 1), I think it’s time for me to update. I’m leaving after tomorrow anyway, so these will be the last entries…argh.
The sand and flatness of Nouakchott wasn’t conducive to tumbling, and now the busy-ness of the last few days isn’t much either, I find. Although I have been thinking I could start a new one in Paris. “La vie dans les tranchées à St Ouen”, or something like that. Oh yes. Cos the flat has a “tranchée” now. “Comme à Verdun ma chérie, oui!” I was told, with a slightly manic inflection to the voice. Ahaa. So. Looking forward to the “luxury” of Paris… My plans for putting up the hammock in the garden, and thoughts of paint on the walls and getting out my lovely morrocan carpet seem to be slightly premature then. Slightly. A bloody great hole in the floor. Naiss na. It will seem just like here, I won’t miss Dakar at all!! Except for the kiddies, the toubab toubab, the multitude of in-jokes… ah well. At least I’ll have the rubble!!
