Inside and outside the bus

I have engaged a few fellow travellers on my chilli hunt. At lunch we enjoyed the use of the harissa in bottle, which was certainly tastier than tomato sauce, while at dinner here in Meknes we especially asked for it and found  the fresh sauce provided was a surprisingly penetrating essence of chilli for our couscous etc.  I think I'm probably going to leave my anxious desire to see evidence of chilli in  everything, and will save up my focus for our days in Marrakesh, which is the spice capital of Morocco.  

You do have to bite your tongue when travelling in a group. But my friends should be impressed that I took a deep breath when one of the conversations in our mini bus seemed to suggest that if only there was no social security for women who are single parents, or anyone who is out of a job, then people would just face up to their responsibilities.  ...and that would make for a better society. For what it's worth, in addition to the tour guide and the driver, there is an Italian, a Canadian and nine Australians, at least six of whom are Queenslanders.

I am we'll aware that today and tomorrow an Anglicare Australia  mini-conference on Consumer Directed Care - which I helped to set up - is going along on the other side of the world.  At ANU to be precise. Lorna Sullivan will be talking about how we should think of being of service to people in providing or supporting the provision of care, rather than providing the services in and of themselves. I didn't quite see in the bus this afternoon how to turn the conversation round to that. but I wish I could.

Chillies are a safer bet.