More-Rockin Morocco pt. 3

Walked back from the Bus Station. I Tried to tell them that I knew where I was going, but of course they had to ask someone right when I figured out exactly where we were (it was still emasculating). Went back to our hostal and got to sleep in separate beds in a room for ourselves.This picture is of the Royal Cous Cous in Essaouira. The Camel meat is somewhere in there.

Half of us took showers like quitters and the other half toughed it out like vikings. That night we went out to walk around the souqs and  haggled, I didnt get much because I needed dirham for dinner but still haggled for fun. Got some good deals that I was sad to walk away from and disrespected others it seemed.

Dinner that night we got at the center of the main plaza where the chefs fight between themselves to win. We were in the middle of such a fight when ones chefs final price was free bread, olives, water and tea. The other chef could not do better and was defeated. I got calamari and shrimp. Both were fantastic. Walked around the plaza and played some games, listened to some drum circles, saw snake charmers, monkeys, crazy old bearded dudes talking to themselves ... pretty much everything you would see in the first 5 minutes of Aladdin minus the good looking Jezebels.

The guy in the picture was an Apothecary that sold some very interesting tea. This picture is of me sniffing some herb.............it's for snorers and clogged sinuses. It felt like a smoke bomb was set off in my nostril cavity. He also drew on the girls faces for good luck or something. I'm pretty sure he was just messing with stupid tourists.

Some guys came up to us because they liked the girls (this happened many times). One guy wanted to trade his wife for Sam, another guy before would have traded 50 camels for Emily. The camel is the Moroccan Ferrari. That night we hung out on the Rooftop terrace of our hostel but by that time my camera died. It was spectacular.





This is a cool picture to leave off on I think. Me and my boy 'zoga