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... invited into another private home for a party with locals. Our host's mansion is a treat for the senses, with birdcages everywhere filling the space with beautiful melodies. Unfortunately my cell phone images of the party aren't up to my usual standards, but you will get the idea. The tour is certainly off to a wonderful ...
... br> A delightful welcome dinner follows at a Michelin rated restaurant in a hotel adjacent to ours. It is a palatial room, and we are seated at a circular table under a beautiful chandelier. A musician is playing a zither, and filling the rooms with soothing music as we enjoy traditional Moroccan salad, a tender beef couscous and traditional spiced oranges for dessert. The group is delightful, and we are in for some amazing adventures ...
... Being from the Tropics of England, I was not used to the sort of heat that was normal in the morocco.
By the time of the second day my tan had made me a nice pinky red colour. So me and my school mates, sprayed copious amounts of Lynx (Axe) deodorant and wearing more fedoras than Jason Mraz's hat stand, hit the town for a day of looking round the Jewish quarter of the city. We saw many synagogues ...
... them. They told us we were lucky they just stole from us and helped us with a description of the bike for our police report. As we were standing there the adrenaline died off the shock set in, we all commented how our knees were shaking. We headed back to the hotel and asked them what the best thing was to do and tried to scope out if the police were corrupt at all. He told us to go straight to the police station and ...
... I suspected he would see the freshly dispensed collection of cash and ask for more.
He didn’t take the news so well. He said that if I denied a person a tip in another country I would be killed. He told me to watch my back in Morocco, and that I better pray tonight. I was jarred, especially because it was 12:30 in the morning and because the two of us were alone on an empty street.
After my encounter with this guy, I wandered back onto the main street of ...