While I spent the night and the day in bed, sleep didn't come easily. Fortunately the hotel flush toilets, and Barry and I worked it in shifts.

Running low on bottled water, I went up to the cafe to get some more. The hotel staff was sympathetic, and offered a Berber remedy for stomach ills: hot water with cumin and lemon. I slunk back to my room with a bottle of cold water, and they said they'd be down when the water was ready.

To be honest, I wasn't feeling like putting anything in my stomach that wasn't water, but when they arrived, I decided to try it out. The water was hot enough that the cumin sizzled when I scooped it in. It wasn't too hard to swallow, and the almonds that they brought down with it helped.

By the time the sun set again, I was feeling somewhat human, and could get some actual sleep.

It was disappointing to not get more climbing in, but I felt especially bad for Clare; climbing in the gorge was one of the primary reasons for coming to Morocco, and she hadn't gotten to do any. Barry and I hoped that by the next day she would be feeling good enough to at least climb some of the easy routes behind the hotel.