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... from the airport. He walked briskly with us and chatted about our visit in his city. We then became suspicious when he kept mentioning that today was the only day for the carpet auction in town. He then assured us he wasn't a guide and we knew we were in trouble.
One last turn and we were standing in the entrance of a carpet dealer. Nisham bid us a pleasant stay and then exited the showroom. The carpet dealer was mid-sentence explaining that we ...
... panties... No modesty allowed! We then entered the Hamman, which was similar to a sauna room ... A couple of benches for us to sit on, with steam streaming out from a pipe above our heads. In the middle of the room was a fountain with faucets from which very hot water poured. Two women entered the room, grabbed some small plastic bowls and began to fill large plastic basins with the water. Once filled, they then dumped it over us. This went on for about five minutes, at ...
My shower consisted of a freezing cold trickle that despite the cold was very refreshing. Tucked in my pjs I drifted to sleep listening to the sounds of the local men singing round the campfire playing bongos under the stars. I have no idea of what they sang but the harmony and emotion in their voices made me conjure up images of long lost love and romances past. It was both beautiful and haunting all at the same time and touched me in a way music never has ...
... very entertaining fifteen minute walk from our riad. It is sort of tricky to find your way there, or to find your way back, the first few times. But to get lost in the souks has no down side. The variety of stuff to look at in the souks overwhelms you, the smells from the spice markets (about every twenty feet) gives the whole place such a sensory overload of exoticism. The fume spitting mopeds, the sounds of so many languages that drift by with the smoke of meat roasting on open grills, ...
... say, reassuringly and you know what, I start to relax. He is still smiling as he stands and, all eyes now on him, makes his way to the centre, through the centre, coming to a stop two feet from my chair legs. Uhoh.
Now I must stand. A pause. He takes my hand. A pause.
There is a perceptible increase in tension as the children all suddenly tip forwards, hands on their laps, necks craned, weight shifting voraciously and it all becomes a ...