Saturday, January 16, 2010

Morocco is Dirty

I'm glad I don't live like this. I miss modern comforts, like people who wear deodorant, a bathtub with walls so clean that I'd be okay sitting in it or standing for that matter, a train with doors (not openings where doors should be), taxis with seat-belts, a bed with fresh sheets and blankets, you know, the small stuff.

In other news, Nick and I watched a movie set in Missouri on the train in Morocco. This was not a luxury provided by the run down trains but our wonderful iPods. Nonetheless it was kinda ironic. The movie: The assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.

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