Hey all,
Well, Sarah has just grabbed her train to Manchester, and with her goes all the photographic evidence of our liver-busting escapades the past few days. New Year's Eve started with men in kilts and kids in rubber pants, and finally round down dozens of hours later with Phil, the Nigerian Prince. With any luck Miss Robertson will be able to get some of her photos to me so I can display the circus.
Anyways, I'm writing this from Gatwick airport right now, as Jess and I are about to board our flight to Marakkech. We'll be spending the next week in Morocco, and then taking a ferry across the Strait of Gibraltar to catch our flight home. I expect to be back on the 9th, and I don't have any worries, seeing as I've mastered what I feel is a wide grasp of the Arabic language, including sentences about how I'm doing, how you're doing, how he/she is doing, and if today is, in fact, Monday. (Of course, for all these questions the only answer I have is "No No, too expensive.")
With any luck I'll get some Sahara in my socks, so wish me well,
Nick
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