Back to the good old days of wandering along, becoming briefly distracted, taking one wrong turn and ending up in maze of alleys as pictured, no idea of which way I am facing or where I am going and really just trusting the flash of blue above to reassure me which way is up. At least I don't have to worry about dying of thirst when lost. Which is a plus.
Picked up the first bit of luggage that I left here today – one of those smug environmentally friendly shopping bags that enviro-Nazis take to the supermarket with them and whip out slowly at the checkout with absurd Mr Bean expressions of pride on their face. Mine is chock full of books and a few other bits and pieces which I didn't want to cart all over Corsica. Funny thing: I have not missed any of it at all – not once. Now that I have it all back, despite the horrible weight, I can't cope with the idea of ditching any of it. Odd how addicted to stuff you get, even when you know for a fact you won't miss it. Anyway, seeing model agent tomorrow and getting the big jacket back, which I am looking forward to because the nights are getting cold. Will see if there is any chance of a job here – if not then I think I will post a couple of the books home and basically ditch the rest despite my qualms.
Ended up being a full room last night – me, the English student, and five girls – two of whom are also English – I don't know about the other three (Brazil, Mexico, Chile, as it later turns out). Like most women they seemed to like the idea of sleeping with every door and window shut tight – the less air the better they think – nice and cozy – makes it easier to sleep if you are dizzy and half dead from a lack of oxygen – neurotic prejudices against the slightest draft and the smallest most harmless cloud of mosquitoes. At about 1 AM I rebelled and opened the window a crack. Will do so again tonight if I have to – to hell with the consequences.
Cheers, B.
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