Tuesday, March 4, 2014

... but who's counting?

Hours spent on the Merzouga-Fes bus Sunday night: 9 (7pm-4am). It was supposed to be a 10 hour trip, so there's that.

Hours straight that the guy behind us talked animatedly to his friend: 5 (8pm-1am). Patrick is pretty sure they were planning a birthday party. What else could be exciting enough to talk about for five straight hours?

Road bumps encountered: can't count that high. There were also hours where the bus rocked back and forth. Really not sure what that was about.

Hours of sleep we got: 2. In 10-minute increments throughout the trip.

Number of stars seen from the bus window: 8,321,943. At least.

Clarence's last Supr@tours bus ride
(ours too -
can't say we're sad about that)

And while we're talking numbers, days in a row I have worn these jeans: 11... That can't be good.


  1. when the jeans stand up without you in them, it's been too many days