There is a fairly strong breeze here today, which makes rolling the ciggies a tad tiresome.
We are learning enough Arabic to make the natives happy - they appreciate the effort, so "Massa el kheir" - good afternoon.
Beerra is beer. You probably guessed that...
We strolled along the beach last night and found a cute mouse scampering along. I grabbed it and put it in my top pocket, where it slept soundly until we let it go whilst staggering back from a bar.
On my seventh beer now, so luncheon beckons.
Mrs TMR (to be) has promised to give the barman at the pool her MP3 when we leave - it cost fifteen quid, which is about two weeks wages here. Needless to say, he is overjoyed and the beers flow our way without the need to go and get them.
