By more of the same, I don’t mean rain. But rather more of Agadir and some of the same chores. Dave and I determined this morning after breakfast that we needed to make the trek to the grocery store again to replenish some supplies. We donned our backpacks and headed out, Dave in shorts and a shirt and I, bundled up. The sun was shining and it was warm so Dave was happy and I was just as happy because the air was cool. Although the map said it was less than 2 kms to the store, we had covered over 6.5 kms by the time we returned. I really can’t imagine that we walked up and down the aisles that much. Dave shopped for all the fixings for chilli for supper and I shopped for stuff to make a Thai stir fry later on in the week. With that, and the other things we picked up, we had both of our backpacks stuffed full.

When we got back to the apartment one of the many stray cats joined Dave in the elevator up to our place and then slipped in as he opened the door. Did I mention that Morocco is filled with street cats. The Muslim religion insists on kindness to all animals so it seems like most of them are taken care of and fed. I often see plates of food set out for them on the sidewalks. We, however, despite searching in our collective knowledge, could not determine any teachings by Jesus about cats, so we did not invite our feline guest to stay.

In the afternoon Rudy and I headed out to the ocean boardwalk for ice cream and a look at the ocean. For some strange reason there were loads of people out. Rudy remembered reading that it is halfway through Ramadan and therefore time to celebrate. Whatever the reason, it was busy. Lots of surfers were out catching waves as well.

By the time we returned Dave was starting to cook supper and my book was calling me.

Our plan after Dave’s home cooked chilli was to go bowling. Why bowling, you ask? Well there are a couple of reasons. Did I mention that not much is happening in Ramadan? Well, that and the fact that Dave and Rudy wanted to act in solidarity with their Tuesday bowling buddies back in Steinbach. However this was not meant to be. We had already tried the evening before and found, due to shortened Ramadan hours, it was not open. Today we had adjusted our times but when we arrived to this neon twinkling arcade where we might ride a dinosaur as well as throw a few bowling balls, we were told we could not start for another 10 minutes. No problem. We sat down. I photographed Dave flexing his bowling muscles. And we waited. Soon the proprietor informed us that they were having problems with electricity. (That could explain why the sign on the outside of the building proclaimed Bo, instead of Bowling). How long, we wondered? An hour, maybe two, was the answer. But after a while the owner proclaimed that perhaps we could try again tomorrow. What to do now. We walked down the strip and Dave and Rudy had a scoop of ice cream in an almost completely empty establishment. Somewhat discouraged, we returned to the apartment.