i try to sleep here but it is not time to sleep.
became aware of just how very alone i am here.
i have a very asleep room-mate - stuart - whom i shall be renaming snory nora
room service seems to be asleep too, Iwould kill for a coffee and a bacon butty.....
maybe kill is the wrong phrase to use in this little town
cigars are running low and the first task, after i do manage to locate a breakfast will be to hunt out the smoking sticks.....
the early morning musilim call to prayer (very early!) is ended, man it is loud and they broadcast over some crappy pa system, it would be much more ear friendly with some better microphone placement too.
but does add to the sense of mystery and difference of this very different place
Different in obvious, but also yet undiscovered ways I am sure.
I am not alone, a bird hops around in the tree outside and a cat appears, very interested in the wee commotion. My still dark, way to early night-time companions, the cat and the bird.
thanks for showing up.
I am very troubled, and surprised by deep feelings rising to the chest from the gut, and appearing at my eyes...... and falling out of them.
I am trapped here for a time, thats for sure, there is no taxi service that will take me to any comfort zone.
We leave the bubble that is this fabulous hotel in around 4 hours to explore the little town and lots of walking is on the agenda today. Glad I brought my strong hiking books, they do need a brush up clean...... off to try and get that coffee.......
This is amazing.