On a Bike and a Prayer
day 21. a forced rest.
With moral at another low we resigned ourselves to another day in alcohol city. I read, and dozed and wrote and took tablets and ate apples and yogurt and the others did likewise.
For sometime even Toubkal seemed in doubt, no-one wanted to put themselves through any more mental and physical anguish. I chewed it over for most of the day and decided we had an obligation to the college and our sponsors. The route was revised again, and we settled to approach it from the south - using Amsouzart as our basecamp. If all went to plan, Agadir was only a week away.
What was really getting us down was the bad diet. I declined lunch and settled for another apple. Stephane and Andrea ate potato omelette and lay on the bed all afternoon with stomach ache and a bad case of the gut rot. Nothing was safe.
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