I don’t have a great deal to write but as our days here are numbered I am going to make the most of this opportunity. I forgot an incident which occurred during the camel ride and feel duty bound to share it with the world. A bit of background information is that Verity is almost blind when she doesn’t have here glasses on, although this does not mean that she wears glasses all the time, instead she chooses to live as a blind person for much of her life. She also chose to remain blind while riding Jimmy Hendrix. As you can see from the pics my camel was attached to the arse straps of hers, so at one point she came out from a foresty area and screamed, I came out behind her and tried to see what was wrong. When I couldn’t I asked her and she said ‘look at the panthers’, I furiously looked behind the herd of goats ahead and asked if they were behind the goats. In fact the panthers were the goats! Worst of all our guide didn’t understand English so assumed that Verity was terrified of goats!
We have decided, much to our embarrassment, that we do not like Moroccan food because it is too bland so tonight we are going to ‘El Fassia’ supposedly one of the best Moroccan restaurants in town which is also run entirely by women!! Hopefully it is just that we have only been eating in rubbish touristy restaurants and the native food is actually fabulous. In India the only fabulous Indian food I had was in the local's houses so I am holding out judgment until after tonight in any case. So far the only really good food I have had is the seafood at the seaside town and a kebab! How British am I!!!
Tomorrow morning we are going to attempt an early start so we can go to the tanneries where they dye the leather. Apparently there is really bad poverty in these areas and many live in the holes which they do the dying in. In our last 24 hours we are essentially going to try and cram all the must do sights in, buy all the tacky souvenirs which we haven’t purchased so far and eat in the enormous open air food market which takes place in the main square here each evening. We also hope to get pictures with the snake charmers without getting too scared and perhaps do a final round of clubbing in a techno night club (can’t imagine there being too many prostitutes there although in this country you never know!!)
I have been reading my politics books in preperation for my politics module on 'Middle Eastern Regional Relations' later this year, interestingly Morocco has been cropping up a lot so I have become a bit of an intellectual political bore, dropping my extensive knowledge into conversations as frequently as possible and taking on the air of an expert with regards to it. Considering this is after only 4 chapters of one book I think it is best that I came here before having done a full year on the subject!
On a fashionista front I have gone a bit Sienna Miller, all long flowing garments with chunky belts, actually perhaps it is more Grecian or Cleopatra than Sienna but in any case I feel like a fully fledged ethnic hippy person. Right now I am in yet another boiling hot internet café and the guy next to me stinks of BO and is gambling on some strange internet site (not very Muslim me thinks) so I am going to run away!!
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