November 30, 1980

ON THE SEA, DAKAR – CASABLANCA
A very slow-paced day, but not what I'd call boring. Passed most of it reading The Pendragon, with interruptions for meals-- the French cooking has me euphoric, after weeks of rice with sauce. I guess I'm lucky to have not been seasick, as I usually am on ships, though I've had vague little gas pains coming and going for a couple of weeks and they sometimes make me a little queasy. Spent a very peaceful hour sitting on deck late tonight.