Got up at 4:00 to go with Amy to the bus station (wasn't sure how safe the unlit alleys of the hotel's neighborhood are at that hour). Anyway saw her off and once again I'm on my own. Right now it's Ok, I'm excited (and worried) about heading to Senegal in a few days. However I'm expecting to be a little lonely for a while.
Spent the day running through the souqs was final time. Bought a few little things. Then it was time to send some packages home. As usual getting things together took longer than I expected and by the time I got to the post office they were getting ready to close. Long story made short there was much confusion, much laughter (peaking when I gave them a box that was already to go, except I'd forgotten to put anything in it), and high anxiety on my part but the packages got sent (I hope the right things went to the right places!). Final chore was to hit the internet a final time to update my journal, but I couldn't get my H/PC to connect to the PC in the cafe (I ran out of time) so it didn't work. Tomorrow morning I'll try again, at a cafe where I had success before... Back at Jamaa-Fna I made my final round (or semi-final round for #34, my OJ vender) of the my favorite venders (#9, my cinnamon tea man recognized me and gave me a free half glass - ah community).