Finally I have a case to take to the elder in our room. Zinger must pay! How on earth do you break that?!I forgot to get the case on trial as Zinger has brought mava a big knife to complete the Crocodile Dundee look.
Me, Zinger and Moshy go for another chair massage. Moshy’s treat. He a top lad. We try to muffle the ‘ohhhh ahhh’ sounds but it’s no good.
Gave Dundee his knife. He loved it.
They move us to the other hotel for one night. It is a major step down but we have absolutely no right to complain. After every single countless blessing bestowed upon us in this journey how could we possibly show any disgust now?
Unfortunately not everyone thinks the same way.
We drop our stuff off and decide to go for one last dinner with mum and mava.
The lads decide that we going to go for the top of the tower view but the problem is four has now turned to nine and the security guard is on the prowl as he nabbed Zinger yesterday when he went without me. Turns out he took his wife and not me. The selfish git.
I get a phone call from Terminator, our roomie, who wants in on the action. I go back to look for him and Swansea lad comes with me also. We find him and go again. We walk up nine floors of stairs to avoid the security guard. We twist and turn and I remember little markers till bingo, we hit the jackpot again.
All the lads are there.
We admire the view for a while. Few want to bring their families tomorrow.
We sit outside the hotel for a while and eat ice cream and watch the world go by.
Hectic last minute bits and bobs. Mum’s new friends all have lists of things that need doing and getting. No prizes for guessing who gets those jobs.
We have gone from a hotel with twelve lifts to a hotel with one lift and everyone is trying to get their luggage out at once.
Few of us go for lunch and ice cream.
I go alone to the Kaaba.
My last tawaf.
My heart is heavy and it pains.
I don’t want to leave you.
I am sorry I haven’t spent more time with you.
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