Blogs coming, I promise

1) Getting stranded at 5 AM in Madrid airport with no plane ticket to South Africa.
2) Having the door slam open while negotiating the toilet on a high-speed train (the caboose of "luxury class" whatever that is) to Fes where there was a) no toilet paper b) the water pump was on one side of the bathroom and the flush pump was on the other, both of which had to be operated with your feet while trying to get some water to clean up only to see c) three guys smoking outside and yelling loudly "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
3) The young, fearless woman who jumped the crap of a taxi-driver who was trying to jack us at the train station and who launched into a harangue of an entire group of half a dozen taxi-drivers in Arabic to the sheer bemusement of both J. and I, who now have come to understand how bargaining is in the soul of Arabic trading. One must fight goodnaturedly--even over the price of meals. It's a cultural ritual and is only considered polite. They need this the way we need to hear, 'Hello' when the phone is picked up before a conversation ensues.
4) Not escaping Morocco without buying a carpet. How could I? It was impossible.
5) Tired, really tired, gratified, happy, full...oh traveling. Can work be far behind? I will make it to South Africa in November. I owe blogs, many numerous blogs, but they don't write themselves. The pic above is from a rest area, somewhere in the United States, out of 100s I have taken over the past months.