These days it seems that I wake in the morning to my first alarm (well not really, I’m awake looooong before that) but I attempt to pretend the alarm awakens me. Then I turn it off and wait for the second alarm 15 minutes later. I finally acknowledge that the dawn has broken and I hear the sound of the sea outside my room. Grabbing my iPad, I check the morning post (well MSN) to see what’s happening and eventually I get drawn into the fringe news (something about a cat up a tree or the like) then I check my emails. (Mostly from credit companies or TES (I’m sure I stopped that last year)) then inevitably onto Facebook. That’s my morning really (I might flick to a porn channel, but that doesn’t last too long!!!!!)
I know that from 0700 to around 0800 I’m only postponing the inevitable I have to get out of my pit, I have Oglethorpe my teeth brushed and I have to get myself sorted for the day ahead. AFTER I send a flower to my friend in Israel first though. Once I’m out of there (after messing around with the Air Con) I can face the world, or at least my reelection in the mirror. A new pair of trunks (swimming) are found and a new t shirt Is chosen by the wardrobe wizard and I’m set.
My morning routine carries on down the stairs out the front gate and down the dust covered street, passed the goats, passed the sleeping dogs (you gotta let them lie), through the water infused mud surrounding the hotels (they throw it down to stop the dust!!!!) past the kids and more kids and dogs and more goats and everything really. Then I come upon the crossroads, EVERY morning the same gut asks if I want a taxi, and EVERY morning I say no thank you. He smiles now (I think he has realised I live here) onto the German Bakery for a hot chocolate and perhaps a pastry then through the gates to the back of the dive centre. A happy good morning to Akhmed and I’m sorted for the day.
Just to let you know what I go through every morning in the blistering heat before I go out and get into the office (the Red Sea) I love you all, each and every one of you.