Moroccan Survival Guide

Morocco- a land where an offering for afternoon tea can empty your pocketbook as quickly as the hashish can erase your memory of the place.
I always found myself in a dumfounded state, somewhere betwixt awe at the beautiful surroundings and distrust or fear of the local inhabitants. The people never appeared intent on attacking me outright, but opted rather for an effective combination of their guile and my ineptitude at holding onto my money. This game, which became quite fun eventually, always began with an offering of tea and ended with me (the fool) parting ways with my coin. Getting lost in a market and bargaining for trinkets and craftworks of all sorts was a tireless pursuit that I really never could get enough of. All of you who are well versed in Thailand should not let that fact hinder your expectation of utter defeat in this case, where the Moroccans definitely have tradition and practice on their side.

Continue Reading April 6th, 2003