Mohammed and the Mountain (day 2)

Two days doesn't make a habit but yet again the team were up and doing their daily tasks. Hollie was leader and I was deputy. Went and checked out the hotel for the last night to book it early and pwarrrrr it's lush. The pool was bigger than the lobby from the first night's hotel. Made progress straight away and got Dirhams from some place for personal money. Gonna buy a rug I reckon... Mam would love it. 

Got in a blokes taxi and drove for a while. Sharp turns made bags fall on me head but the air con kept spirits high. Sat for the whole hour and a half playing homescapes but from the long day prior I fell a kip during one of my levels. We made a stop for the toilets half way - if you can call them that - it was some hole in the wall with no bog roll or seat... still better than the mountain floor for the next few days too. We carried on and met Mohammad.
What a bloke.

Walked us up through towns and through the trees to his house. With high fives and handshakes, his kids welcomed us in. Settled down, unpacked, had some water, and dinner was served. A feast to say the least. A lush terjeen (however you spell it) with lamb. Gorgeous. 
Myself and Ben were roped (willingly) into a makeover, having our eyebrows plucked, shaved and eyelashes curled. Music began blasting through the walls of the house as we put sunglasses on and headed to the balcony. Below us some goats... Or men dressed in goat skin dancing to drums and claps. A mint display until the goat men vanished. Low and behold... The men appeared running through the house... We smelled them before we saw them. Everybody was baffled but they all shook my hand - the last one even gave me a whip to the bum... Must be the eyelashes. The display finished as everyone began chasing each other below and even appeared on the roof. Only one way to escape... Jumping down and sprinting off. Terrifying but pretty class.

Cake and popcorn was served downstairs without time to digest lunch. 8 slices of cake for me scranned within 8 mouthfuls... Absolute machine. 

Went on a walk with Mohammad through the town where the goat chase was still happening. So many kids saying bonjour it channeled my inner Frenchman and I said it back to a few... though I got funny looks for my Geordie accent. Made it back and woahh more food.
Lovely soup, chips, chicken, carrots and homemade bread (big up Mohammad's family) to make up the last meal before I led everyone to the balcony where I'm writing this. The sky's clear and stars are everywhere... perfect for writing songs :)

Bring on tomorrow!

Joseph

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