The girls wanted to go to the beach, but I did not. I went walking through the markets, hiked along the old walls, went to the modern museum, and went to a monastery that had a huge pen of peacocks. By dinner time I was drinking wine and making friends at the hostel and ended up on an all night adventure with an anarchist/socialist/vegan dude that I met up with in town. We went to some kind of labor rally with lots of old men talking to a small crowd. I sat down with some young people who were drinking in the streets and ended up talking politics until 4am. Someone near by must have thought we were all homeless and brought us a huge plate of tomatoes and bread. Our conversation was so good that people walking by were stopping to get in on the action.
Sunni was not happy that I was missing all night.
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