Despite having most of the difficulty on the planet, sometimes an invitation that is friendly merely an invite, and a humble robe could be a treasure.
Two guys from the train invited me with their sister’s wedding, but they didn’t check all like brothers.
High, fair-skinned Achmed and quick, swarthy, moustachioed Mustafa entered my cabin midway between Marrakech and Fez. “A thousand greets to Morocco, ” they said, placing their arms over their hearts. Continue reading “We inform you of The Moroccan scam that has beenn’t”