Rock the Kasbah!
Previously, on Blogalism…
After escaping from the clutches of a deadly desperate desperado, things went from bad to 
worse when I was attacked by a very vicious vulture. Fortunately, I managed to annihilate it with my last remaining bullet and the “pinky finger of death move” that I’d learnt from an old Chinese ninja-master.
But my joy with short lived. I’d found myself standing on the edge of an enormous cliff. At the bottom of this huge precipice was a seething sea of snakes. Just my luck, as only the day before I’d traded my last drop of snake-bite medicine for a stash of steamy Spanish grot mags. Typical.
As I turned around, 300 barbaric bloodthirsty bandido’s had lined up, weapons raised, all err, barbarically baying for blood.
There was only one way out of this dire situation. I quickly popped on my patented rocket powered Y-fronts and flew myself the hell out of there. From my high vantage point, I could see a ferry bound for Morocco in the distance, so I aimed my jet pants towards it and made my getaway…
And now, in the Blogalism season finale, the story continues…
Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know! I got back from holiday ages ago and it’s taken me this long to getting around to finish writing about it. Well I got a bit carried away on this final part… so be warned this is a bit of a long post.
So where did we get to? Oh yeah, I errr, landed on the ferry and just happened to bump into my sister and her hubby who were en route to Morocco also. Small world, eh. It was only polite then to tag along on their guided tour around Tangier.
We had a bit of a coach tour of the city and stopped off for a quick touristy camel ride:
It’s a good job that it was quick, as frankly I don’t think the camel could’ve carried my beer belly much longer - that’s just too larger hump even for a camel (oooh matron). And yes, that is really a man wearing a Fez and that other fella really is wearing about eight hats at the same time.
Anyway, after that, we saw the Kasbah (apparently nothing to do with The Clash song). We didn’t go in the museum, but I’ll have to say, the Kasbah is mostly unimpressive to look at.
As we walked around, we steadily picked up a growing following of street sellers - all taking it in turns to hassle us to buy their cheap trinkets/instruments/hats/jewellery etc.
One seller was particular insistent. He only had one item for sale, a musical instrument, which can frankly only be described as a bit of stick with a couple of bits of string stretched from one end to the other. He couldn’t even play it himself and just kept plucking it and making a *boink boink* noise to tempt us into buying it from him.
Our tour group weren’t sucked in though. But when it started to spit with rain, one seller ran off and as if by magic came back minutes later with an armful of umbrellas instead. Now that’s what I call supply and demand. Pure genius.
We wandered through a few streets with our guide, having the sights pointed out to us. Behind us, we were accompanied by a *boink boink* sound all the way. You never know, we might’ve changed our minds in the last hundred yards.
Time was ticking on and we were scheduled for a spot of lunch in a touristy Moroccan restaurant:
I wasn’t overly impressed by what had just been served onto my plate.
Trust me, it looked even worse after I’d taken it off the skewer. Anyway, it tasted ok. After that was a ’half-a-chicken’ in couscous dish. To my surprise, it tasted alright too!
(continued…)
August 26th, 2007 at 12:02 am
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