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... indeed you will see in the UK too, but only when alcoholic beverages are consumed! These lads didn't need it!
Eventually we all decided enough was enough and me and Nadine missioned it towards the business class carriage in the hope of finding a few drinks to quench all of our dehydrations!! Jackpot! And the man in charge of the drinks spoke good English too and was very witty too, calling Nadine his "beautiful princess!" Funny!
Carla had the room all to herself ...
... a large room at one end, which Ben says was the lecture hall. He says all the students sat on the floor. There is a small alcove at the front for the lecturer. Ben says it faces Mecca. He says the acoustics are set up so that everyone in the room could have heard what someone in the alcove was saying, even if they were facing away from them towards Mecca. I think that this wouldn't have worked well at the University I went to. If a lecturer turned his back ...
... on the film and looking after the 2nd Unit.
We arrived in Marrakech to temperature of 35 degrees. It is the hottest month in Morocco, trust us! We were met by Michael the owner of the Riad (small hotel) we stayed in for 7 days in the Old Medina called Riad al Massarah. My god, the walk to the Riad through the Souks (market stalls) was a real eye opener with all our senses on high alert. This is definitely not a country for vegetarians or the feint hearted. We ...
... me her camera to take some pictures.
Twenty seconds later we were in a situation that I'd dreaded - the two of them, advancing on Sybie who was looking increasingly uncomfortable with having two bigger men in her face demanding money. I tried to drag her away, at which point one of them grabbed my arm. In moments like this you have to make a decision and make it quickly: either a) this person means me harm and I need to take action before I end up on the floor being kicked, ...
... out that my replacement has started a series of exotic pirouettes which seem likely to throw him to the floor at any second but by some miracle of gravitational intervention, the boy saves himself everytime, hence the applause. The girl beside me has looped her arm through mine and is swinging her feet to the song and I decide that they're alright these kids, terrifying and predatory at first but then so were my Russian dwarf hamsters and they turned out alright.