2/4/09
I managed to escape from the villainous cheats and met an honest cab driver who told me that I should pay no more than 150 for a pension room. He also told me to use meters. I found the youth hostel but it was fully booked. Damn. I would like to meet some fellow travelers. I am very much regretting having no guide book and have yet to find a hotel. I will update when I figure out how to get an adaptor as my battery is about dead.
Life is still beautiful though and Morocco is too. As yet, I am trying to blend in as much as possible but my blue eyes and fair skin give me away though seven days of beard, and dark dirty clothing get me past the huge stares, but I can take no amount of gandering before it is obvious I am foreign.
It turns out that two years of Arabic taught me not very much. Frustrating. Luckily my limited french is very useful here.
Having the time of my life.
Vago Damitio is the Vagabond in Chief. He is also a writer, blogger, traveler, adventurer and teacher. He has spent his life mastering how to have incredible adventures on minuscule budgets. Someday he hopes to have the option of using gigantic budgets for miniscule adventures.
