After a sleepless over night 10 hr bus ride to the small town of Tafraoute, I decided to splurge and go for the 6.50 dollar hotel. It was only after I saw the unchanged sheets that I realized that I left my sleep sheet in Marrakesh. Tonight I will sleep fully clothed with my last pair of clean boxers covering the pillow.
After a quick shower I hung my towel out the window to dry. Upon returning from my hike I saw that the towel had decided to change locations and was now situated on top of the awning of the hotel two stories below. With the hotel owner's approval I climbed out the 2nd floor window and felt the metal awning buckle under my weight. Swing and a miss. Changing tactics I started using the rock climbing techniques that Dean had taught me to hang and shimmy from window sill to window sill. Success! Towel saved! Locals entertained; crisis averted.
NOTE: You may have noticed my spelling getting worse and worse. French computer/internet settings have negated the english spellchecker. Sory.