Eve and I slept late today. The bed is real comfortable and we just didn't want to get up yet. We laid there and talked about what to do today, this was going to be our last full day in Morocco. We miss the kids, it going be nice to get back home to see them. I hope they didn't give Dorothy a difficult time; but I guess we'll find that out soon enough. The shower this morning is good, hot water from start to finish. We all went over to the dining hall to have coffee; it wasn't open yet so we drove into town get one. We found a pizzaria, how about that; this was the first Italian restaurant we've seen since we got here. We went in for a coffee and pizza breakfast. The coffee was okay, but the pizza really sucked. We each had one small piece, and that was more than enough; they sure don't know how to make pizza here. We finished chocking down the last mouthful then hit the road. Took a short drive around town then headed back to the bungalow. We sat around for awhile and talked about what to do today, smoked a few joints and decided we were going to cook a nice big spaghetti dinner tonight. As this was going to be our last meal in Morocco as a group; we felt it needed to be special. Mel and I headed out to the Medina, on the hunt for spaghetti fixings. Went to a vegetable market to get tomatoes onions and garlic, that was easy. Off to a meat market to look for something that resembled ground beef. What we found kinda looked like it might be beef, it could have been camel, goat or donkey, but who knows? As long as it wasn't bugs and shit, we didn't care, we didn't question. Off to look for some pasta; found that easy enough. Now we need spices, oregano in particular. At the spice souk they had a wide variety of products. We asked for oregano, the vendors just laughed, of course we didn't know what was so funny, but each time we said oregano they would laugh. Obviously oregano means something quite different in Arabic than the name of a spice and we couldn't make them understand what we wanted without making them laugh. One of the guys motioned for us to step up into their wagon and have a look for ourselves. This would turn out to be very helpful. A couple of minutes have passed since we got into the wagon. A few other vendors had seen us rummaging through the spices and were curious as to what we up to; so now they've come over to see what's going on. Mel and I are up in the wagon moving from barrel to barrel and bag to bag sniffing and looking at their contents. Every time we said oregano they would all laugh. There was now about four or five or maybe even six guys hanging around, and this has now turned into quite the little comedy show for these guys; they were having a blast, and so were we. Of course we were probably high, and having fun with the comedy thing that was happening, so now we're beefing up the improv routine by adding a few animated gestures in order to get some extra humor mileage out of the experience, it was all good. Everyone was loving it. We found the oregano, they called it something entirely different, nothing I could even pronounce. When we were leaving they all shook our hand and were still laughing. The whole episode was such a blast. We had all made each others day. Now, off to get a couple of big hunks of bread and a few bottles of Meknes wine. We got back to the compound to start preparing dinner. Everyone pitched in a little with the prep work. Al and I will be doing the cooking. We had to cook everything in stages because we only had one burner, so it was going to take quite awhile. This was going to be an awesome dinner man. While we were doing everything required in getting organized for dinner we smoked joints and drank wine, laughed about all the fun we've had together, talked about all of the places we had been, things we had seen and some of the crazy fucked up things we did. This has turned out to be another one of those over the top fantastic days..... I don't know how many hours have gone by since we started making dinner, but It was finally cooked and ready to eat, and we were all hungry as bears. Well, it turned out to be the "greatest spaghetti dinner of all time", that's what we thought anyhow. It was absolutely delicious and none of us were disappointed. We loved it and ate every bit of it, and of course, drank all the wine, and smoked more joints. We were all so totally wrecked from lots of wine and joints, and fully satisfied with a great dinner; today has been such a holy fuck-WOW day. We couldn't have asked for anything better. We took a long final walk along the shoreline, talked more about what a wonderful time we've all had. Although there had been many great days and events throughout our month in Morocco; for me, number one has to be riding "The Marrakesh Express". Then of course “the Gigantic Valley” that moved me so deeply also ranks pretty high on the scale. Then today, an afternoon of spice market animated humor and the “greatest spaghetti dinner of all time”. For me they have all been major highlight days, ones that I’ll always remember.... I loved them all. What incredible experiences they have been. Well, its getting quite late now, we're tired. We've got a really big day ahead of us tomorrow; time to go to bed. ............................. We got up early today, it's our last day in Morocco. We got all our gear together and packed for the long trip home. But there was one more thing that Eve and I have to take care of before we leave the compound. Three weeks ago when we got the double zero hash and the big CLICK idea light in my head turned on, which was of course was all about getting a chunk of this Hash home. We wanted to get a few friends high with the best Hash they've ever smoked. We made a plan how to get it home, and what we would do if something in the plan went awry. But first things first. We kept a six or seven gram chunk for the plan. We broke it into two equal chunks and rolled them flat with a wine bottle making them as thin as we could, keeping any bulk too a minimum, then sealing them up in a piece of plastic wrap, . We shaped and fitted the chunks into the bottom of each cup of Eve's bra. After she got it on, I ran my hands over her breasts to determine if I could feel the chunks, which I could, but only ever so slightly, and that was only because I knew they were there. If she got frisked somewhere, and she probably would, its not like they're going to be feeling her up or fondling her, they're just going to pat her down. On just a regular pat down these chunks would never be detected; this was going to be a piece of cake. With the Hash plan taken care of, all our gear packed, we said goodbye to Sale' and Rabat and headed south to Casablanca. Page #18 Page links 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 |
Sale' waterfront
meat, we didn't want to ask what it was when it was alive
spice market
fresh vegetables for dinner
Morocco has the best breads anywhere
wine from Meknes,
Morocco was the first Arab country to export wine double zero Hashish
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