I got up at seven this morning, so I could get to ALIF by eight to take a four-hour bus ride to Asilah, a coastal town near Tangier. The bus all my friends were on was full, so I got placed on the bus with the students from the Virginia Military Institute. It turns out that the Military Institute is one big frat, except that after graduation, instead of going to work for their dad’s company, we send them into active warzones. I listened to four hours of stories about exercising, getting drunk, and exercising while drunk.
Upon arriving at the hotel, I found that someone had decided not to go, and so there had been an empty seat on the other bus the entire time.
We went to the beach that afternoon, which normally I’m not a big fan of, but this beach was really nice and pretty much empty, since Moroccans don’t go to the beach during Ramadan. I learned that salt water tastes bad when it gets in your mouth, but other than that it was a good time. After showering back at the hotel, a group of us then wandered out into the city to find a restaurant for dinner. We found a Spanish place that served a delicious paella with fresh seafood; the plan had been to explore the city afterwards, but we ate so much that everyone decided to head back to the hotel and go to sleep instead. I slept wonderfully.
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