No taxi touts? Unthinkable. Not a single shady individual asks where we are going. And the rank, when we get outside, is strangely deserted. A guy asks where we are going. We tell him.

“You can take the bus. There is a strike. they are on strike.”

Pen and paper is all one needs to keep a journal. But to publish those thoughts these days takes the inter-tubes. Despite the plethora of cyber-cafés in Morocco, I decided to go with simplicity and blog my thoughts in unreal time, one week late. So here goes.

Not a great start. Having bought a new...

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Start: 95.4 Last week: 89.3 This week: 88.7
Thursday 12 April: Amazing. No oil, and yet I managed not to gain anything. And I ate couscous every night bar two. So maybe it takes that long for ditto foods to kick in. Or maybe couscous just isn’t that calorific.

Start: 95.4 Last week: 89.3 This week: 89.3
Wednesday 4 April: It was a tough week. But I didn't go up. Next week will be tougher, on holiday. I need to refocus on listening to my hunger.

I do not normally consider myself in the linking-madly-diverse-bits-of-information-to-come-up-with-some-startling-new-perception game. But this past week, truly, two completely separate blog postings have dealt with the idea of simplicity and a good user experience from two entirely different perspe...

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