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Moroccan Generosity

After a few days of sitting around in the patisseries of Marrakesh and getting lost in the souk, we caught the coach to Essaouira. The landscape was dry and parched, with the odd skinny goat wandering helplessly around. The coach stopped midway at a cafe, and, seeing an old truck overloaded with hay, I went over to take a photo of it. The driver and passenger waved me over, and after saying hello, they insisted I take an audio tape from them. I tried to refuse (partly because I don't own a tape player), so they played it on the old truck's stereo which sounded so distorted that you couldn't hear anything then again insisted that I take it as a gift. Once you get away from the big city touts, real Moroccans are incredibly friendly and generous.

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