I had never felt more of a tourist - an uninvolved voyeur gawping at a life so different to my own. This was a world where a donkey and cart is an essential tool of life. We passed families taking their meals to be cooked in the communal oven and collecting their water from the communal tap. It didn't sit well with where my holiday head had been - "lets book somewhere warmer for a bit of sun in Feb". It was an uncomfortable transition to make and I wish we had had more than a week to begin to understand what we were experiencing.
And the donkey was about to do the most enormous poo, but I thought I would spare you that image.
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