Blending In

Having had read the Lonely Planet and heard from friends the stories of sexual harrassment of Western women by Moroccan men, I had begged Marlena to go low key, not to draw attention to us as Westerners. A Mickey Mouse shirt and a trucker belt is the best she could do to lay low in the Arab world. Hopefully nobody would notice.

We checked into our 1 star hotel, and got acquiainted with what we would come to know as 'piping hot water' advertised by each hotel, a trickle of water at best. When paired with dirty squat toilets and no laundry, this guarantees that you return home smelling like a camel.

Incognito, we entered the gates of Djeema-el-fna, our first taste of Morocco...