At 7pm, the moment I found myself back in Djemaa al Fna, the food orgy truly and completely began, and this time, there was No Turning Back. My pocket considerably lightened, my stomach considerably heftier, I began the onerous task of Demolishing Everything in Clear Sight:
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seems to me like Morocco is a beautiful country but full of people waiting to rip you off big time. i so badly want to ride those cute camels and mules, feast on a royal tajine, ski on the dunes and gape in awe at the beautiful desert sunset, but not if constantly being ripped off by the locals is the price to pay. especially since I also have the naive Japanese looks.
I might be going there someday when i find a nice Moroccan friend who'll be there to help me haggle, but until that day comes, I'm gonna have to put my Moroccan dream on hold.
thanks again.
- Kahuna, a Malaysian in France.
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