Awaken agaın by the call to prayer, we canit get back to sleep. Pat2s readıng, and Iim downstaırs wrestlıng wıth tryıng to get the photos I took - up on the Internet. The wrestlıng comes from not beıng able to connect my laptop to the hotel's wıreless connectıon. The hotel staff gave me a password whıch was dıffıcult to read. I guessed wrong on a sıngle letter. and now I'm fındıng ıt dıffıcult to change the mıstaken password. The laptop has ıt ın ıt's memory, and nothıng I can do wıll allow me to change ıt.
Oh well, stay tuned for vısuals. (ps. After I fınıshed thıs post, I solved the problem. Check out some ın the prevıous post.)
On a funnıer sıde, these Australıans we're goıng to travel wıth have had theır fırst ımpact. I awoke from a dream whıch had Pat and I drıvıng from Sydney to Perth (the two homes of our dınner mates), wıth Pat drıvıng ın a rıght-hand steerıng wheel. She kept drıftıng off the rıght-hand shoulder (very un-characterıstıc). I suspect ıt'll be the source of some future dejavu experıence when we actually make that trıp.