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It’s not what you think. Well maybe shwiya (I mean “little”). Let’s start with neck sweat. We all get it, it’s like a rash. It’s like a mosquito bite. It’s like that really annoying person in class who won’t leave you alone or shut up. It’s neck sweat. When do I get it? Well everyday of course! But right now I’m mainly talking about sitting on the train, in my house or on a souk bus and just have tremendous or copious amounts if you will, of neck sweat. No matter how hard I try to get rid of it, it keeps on keeping on :( Take for instance when I was going to Azrou for PPST. I was on a souk bus from Fes to Azrou, a couple of hours. It was so hot on that bus that I not only had neck sweat but my entire body was dripping. It was sooo gross. So much in fact that the guy next to me offered a tissue so I could wipe the sweat. OMG! First off, how embarrasing that someone noticed that I was sweating more than a fat kid when he or she sees a Betty Crocker double chocolate cake!!! Second, I was sweating so much that my arms which were resting on my legs, once I lifted them up, the sweat marks were left on my pants…..EWWW I know it’s gross. Mom don’t read this lol. Oh, maybe I should have said that in the beginning of this lovely story……oh well :) Okay so now Joe, Colin and I are leaving Azrou to get back to Algeria. Or at least we are trying to. “Trying” being the key word here. Mark it, there will be a test later. So we were being cheap and decided that hey let’s pay 25DH and get on the bus to Fes and then take the train to Oujda. Okay cool. Done it before. It’s probably gonna be hot, crowded and slow but oh well. That’s just how souk buses work in Morocco. Anywho we finally get on our bus and I swear like 10-15mins out, BAM the bus breaks down, on a hill. So the genius of men working the bus, flip flops and all decide that the bus weighs too much and so that’s why it broke down. WTF? If you’ve ever been on a souk bus this whole maximum occupancy thing DOES NOT EXIST!!! So everyone gets off the bus because for one thing something smelled like it was burning and could possibly lead to lung cancer and secondly because of “weight”. BS I say! We get off and walk up the hill. The bus gets up the hill and then the bus driver proceeds to hoke at all of us as if it’s our fault and we need to hurry. So we all do of course. And then BAM it break down again. So the guys get big rocks to put behind the bus so it doesn’t fall down hill. However, the bus did fall down hill a little twice and people were freaking out! Mainly women, in the back (of course where we are all sitting), so it’s hella loud!! And then there is all this yelling and Moroccan sign language going on. And of course I have about 50% of a clue of what’s going on lol. Basically enough to where I won’t lose my bags in the process. Finally we just get on another bus. A short bus. But it had more windows! So yay for that. Unfortunately Joe and Colin were in the way back of the bus and I was sitting in front of them. This meant that there was not 5 seats but 10 free on the last bench seat. Sooo not true! we fill the bus and most people have seats. Then we stop and pick up another 20 people who have no seats. People are in the walkway and bam, end up sitting on Joe’s lap. Literally this old Moroccan lady, following the directions of our highly intelligent money man of the bus, says to her that there is room on the back bench for her. Clearly if anyone were to have seen what I saw, what Joe and Colin saw, they would not agree. But the lady just sits on Joe basically. And tries to nuzzle her way on in there. No space. Unwated snuggling :( Poor Joe. Okay slave children. This literally just happened to me. I was playing my guitar in my courtyard and these kids kept running up and knocking on my door. So finally I gave in and opened it up to find 4 little girls outside. 4 girls and 1 doll……so clearly they were bored. So we sit and they ask me to play the guitar. So I do. And we just hangout for a bit. I teach each of them a little something about the guitar and they tell me all of their names, which I have already forgotten :( Anywho then my courtyard door keeps slamming because it’s really windy outside. So the girls get some rocks to make a door jam. Smart. But then they see my courtyard and all the rabbit crap and twigs that were around. Sidenote, my neighbors rabbit got into my courtyard and they dont have a key so it was there for two weeks crapping everywhere! Okay back to the kids. So they just start grabbing my broom and sqeeque (sp?) and then BAM! they are throwing water and soap and cleaning everywhere, everything. They clean my patio furniture, kitchen and courtyard. They ask to clean my house and I’m like no it’s okay I can do it. But OMG I could not stop them. They kept saying it was no problem and that they are there to help me. It’s soo easy to get a kid in the USA to stop cleaning, well because they probably don’t want to do it in the first place.But here, shit dude. HELLA hard. So ends up I couldn’t stop them without getting mad or something. So I just made some Hawaiian punch and we all had some after cleaning lol. So that is that. The kids wanna come back tomorrow and hangout. I’m afraid they are gonna do all my chores. Then what in the world am I supposed to do? Lol. What am I supposed to do!