Souks: Not a place for claustrophobes and misanthropes. Crowded, touristy and severely overpriced. If you think you're a pro at bargaining, try this one for size.
"Hello, my friend": Everyone is your friend and brother. If you're lonely and insecure, this is the place for you.
They speak in tongues: Everyone will try to speak your language - French, Spanish, English, Chinese...name it, and they'll say anything to lure you into their shops. Unfortunately, "cheap" is not in their vocabulary.
Gastronomy: Moroccan cuisine is all about kebabs, tagine and couscous. If you find that couscous is starting to come out of your nose (trust me, there's a limit to how much couscous you can eat), there are French or Italian restaurants everywhere to give your taste buds a rest.
Warning: Baklavas are so sinfully delicious that you would almost forget how fast those calories will find their way to your thighs.
Camels: Riding one is an unforgettable experience. They bear a great resemblance to giraffes, obviously cousins in the mutated gene pool of camelidae. Riding a camel reminded me of Manila - hot, bumpy, uncomfortable but fun!
Straddling Cappuccino.
Baby Got Back
The dark brown camel behind Cappuccino is Sultan. Sultan's snout was tied to the saddle on Cappuccino's back. What a sad life having to look and sniff at another camel's ass...
Not so easy, Easyjet.
18:00 - Flight attendant announces the flight will be delayed.
19:00 - Electronic board announces that flight to Paris-CDG is at Gate 5. Type-A passengers started running towards Gate 5.
19:05 - Board changes to Gate 3. Type-A passengers started running towards Gate 3.
19:20 - Board changes to Gate 7.
19:21 - Board doesn't display any gate number. Type-A passengers got confused.
Comical. Almost felt like a noontime game show...
