It is beginning to feel as if we are paying to do nothing. Just one programme, a couple of hours each day is what is provided to keep us amused. The rest of the time is just that – rest. Exploring is not something we have given very much thought to. In any case it seems that all the streets are the same, and it is easy to become misplaced.
We have found most of what we need; toilet paper, clothes, washing powder etc. even a bookshop with Michael Crichton! Jackie Collins too, but I suppose her books won't sell anywhere else (unfounded? Not that Mike is much cop!). Everything you need is available but it requires a little patience and a lot of 'no, I don't want any clothes' to find them.
When we went to get some trousers copied for C. we were followed by a tout who jumped in front of us at the last minute and said, There you are, a very good tailor! This with the vague hope that the tailor might be fooled into thinking he'd taken us there and give him a commission. It is infuriating because you have to pay more, but we'd already visited this particular seamster so he was having none of it.
Their persistence makes me want to scream sometimes, they are so desperate for your money! It starts with: What is your good name? and What country you are coming from? Which leads to your age, marital status and job... conveniently this leads to a nonchalant: Oh I am a tailor or I sell drugs and a resounding PO!! from us which means, in no uncertain terms 'go away you horrible little man' or words to that effect.