Quite possibly we were lied to and told that the next bus was in the morning and if we wanted to, we could stay another day and explore the kasbah. I was promised that I could finally ride and beat a donkey. Not really having any choice, we stayed on the extra day and had a marvellous ride through the village. Swarms of children poured out following us and yelling "Bonjour". Any time I took out my camera, the majority of them would scream and take cover, running home, jumping behind lamp poles or just covering their heads. The braver ones, mostly boys, posed for us and gave us these great pictures, as well as their souls, which I have in a jar in my fridge.
The gas pedal.
Man. Donkey. Woman. The natural order.
Small, poor, and dirty clothes. I had almost given him some money before I noticed he had a brand new laser. Nice try ,buddy.
Suddenly, the sky opened up and illuminated my donkey in all its glory. Why had I beaten this godly animal. Who was the real ass now?
Suddenly, the sky opened up and illuminated my donkey in all its glory. Why had I beaten this godly animal. Who was the real ass now?
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