Hotel dweller

Waiting for yet another meeting with the Al Quds convoy administration. The car to collect us at 9:30 didn't turn up. In fact two guys turned up at 9:00 and smoked cigarettes at me while I ate breakfast. It later turned out that they were there in place of the meeting with their boss (why couldn't they just have told us?)

In a further typically awkward twist, the Colonel who had been going to arrange this hotel for us (at the government's expense, very kindly) had gone on Hajj that day. So, it turns out it's true: for everything else , there's Mastercard.