On the outskirts of a tiny oasis village in the wastelands of the Sahara desert, is a small bed and breakfast, owned and run by a single lady, Zaida.
Single ladies around this part of the world are rare enough, single ladies with their own property are almost totally unknown. After saying our hello’s I was taken to the VIP room, as apparently its the only thing to do when a short fat elderly white bloke appears.
The room was … a room, it had a single bed
and a bathroom
and a telly, with no channels. There was no contact of any sort with the outside world, but it was heavenly.
Breakfast was rudimentary, served outside the bedrooms on a table, with mosquito’s for company, but it was the most wonderful place.
I slept the sleep of the just when I was there, only being woken by the sounds of prayer, followed by the kids playing in the oasis opposite.
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