Miscellany

"The more one travels, the less one really knows." ~ The Beatles

A student and I have been playing a lot of chess lately. He has a clever little move that he got me with several times in a row. Finally, I did it back to him. I tried to translate the expression, "a taste of your own medicine." Instead, I believe I said, "Now you taste your medicine!"

There's a guy who comes to the dar chebab to play bacci ball who's really good. He's been teaching me and I've grown very attached to him, as the karate kid to Mr. Miagi. He has a hoarse voice and the look of an ex-con, and plays with the ball in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The arc in his toss has the grace of swan's neck.

7am aerobics is leaving me exhausted, and the girls seem dejected and lethargic every time they come.

In a nearby town's souk yesterday, I threatened to kill a man with a rock.