Talk to Bunny...she rulled the roost there a few years ago. Tales of Morroccan men ( Three generations in one day...The 55 year old Grandfather, the 35 yr old father and the 18 yr old grandson all in one day) and turned it out at some local disco on the turn tables. Careful with the white hashish , it'll trip you out wicked girl.

Oh am so jealous!!! mmmmmmmm Morrocan boys....mmm

Everyone has told me that if you are going to explore any city in Morocco, you should enlist the services of a guide available through your hotel or from the government tourist board. This is especially true if you are planning to visit the Marrakesh medina. What these guides will do is drive away the droves of annoyingly "helpful" guys who will offer you their own services as a guide and who will follow you relentlessly in packs. Keep in mind that even a licensed guide will get a commission from any shopkeeper he takes you to, though, so if you want a really cheap price, come back to the shop later, by yourself. And be prepared to bargain, bargain, bargain!
Oh, and brush up on your French...

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my friend jan - a tall, strong guy and an experienced traveller - was shown around town by a "friendly" local who soon pulled a knife on him and demanded he pay for and then transport a HUGE brick of hash. i don't remember the other details except that it ended with jan running thru the streets being chased by this knife wielding maniac.
moral of the story... be careful.
it ain't thailand.

My "funny" Morrocan tale was YEARS ago when I was 18 and decided with my pal to back pack around North Africa (not a good idea two young blonde in shorts! how naive we were)... we went to a hypnotist show (no joke!) my flatmate was hypnotised yet swore me blind she wasn't (until I got the holidays snap shots developed and she was horrified) the hypnotist and his lech friend just stalked us for days at our hotel (and I mean STALK) they were from Tunis... long story short .. when we arrived in Tunis (a wk later, the other side of North Africa).. with a zillion flea bits on our puss/arses from a camel trek (urg).. we were in a scary medina in Tunis .. got totally lost... we finally found this quasi tourist store which we thought we would go into and ask for directions...we go in and who was in there......... THE HYPNOTIST and his mate!! NO fricken joke!! how bizzare.. they were convinced that we had looked for them!! If i were an American there I prob would lie and say I was European... Morroccans generally hate Americans and also think that they have loads of $...... take some vintage Joe Orton to read while you are there.. pref. his diarys from there!! am dead jealous