Then to my hotel
Then back to the tannery
I saw lots of Old Marakesch on the back of Abdoul’s motorbike yesterday, plus saw several neat places. It was a $10.00 windfall for him and the price of a movie for me.
It was money well spent.
It was equal in price to a movie or dinner for two at Mc Do’s, and much better entertainment.
I could have spent an hour bargaining with him for $5.00 less, but would the time that it would take really be worth it?
Abdoul wants more of my money now.
I am ‘The Rich American’ to him.
I am leading, he is anxiously following.
(BTW, I met him while I was out walking today).
It is “The Dance.”
Tomorrow, at 10 AM Abdoul will hustle me off through the back streets of Marrikech (inshallah) on his motobike to a shipping office (inshallah) with my ‘to be shipped’ bag under my arm.
I needed help negotiating the shipping maze, just like in Egypt.
Hopefully, he will act on my behalf tomorrow (inshallah).
Paying him an extra $5.00 made him want more time with me.
He knows that if he does me right, I will do him right.
Then, I a plan to escape the hustle and bustle of the city for the country side.
Not on a $100.00/ day group tour with a bunch of Moraccan touristas or on a slow, overcrowded bus.
I’m going solo.
I’m feeling like I need some mountain air to clear the tannery smell from my brain.