Last real day of the trip - tomorrow will
Be just travelling by taxi, bus and plane
I was moody at breakfast time, slept ill
And was pissed off the evenings are in vain
But I must be forgiving of Helen
She's on a different body clock from me
And gets wiped out by evening, she is drained
A lot of people are the same, really
A poor visit to Agadir's souk, the
Idiot taxi driver thought he could milk
Us, but he couldn't. Helen got her main
Prize, a brown purse. Walked on the prom where we
Ate lunch, then sunbathed once more. We have filled
Our skins with tan, and so achieved our aim!
2 April
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