Oops. I've slept with the house boy.

Brian and I went out exploring today, although we didn't venture that far from the Riyad. We went into the main square, had some coffee, did some people watching, bought a newspaper - the normal touristy things. At lunchtime we headed back and had lunch at the Riyad which was some local speciality we'd had bought for us. Very yummy. We sat and ate it on the roof in the sun, looking at the Atlas Mountains and listening to the Muezzin. I have a plan to infiltrate the sound systems and broadcast Steps across Marrakech but I don't think it'll be a successful one.

After a little sleepy we headed out again into the main square (Jal al f'nar, I think) and got cruised by two youths who followed us around everywhere. They were quite yummy but I wasn't sure whether they were up for a shag or a robbery - so we stayed well clear. After a hearty meal in the Medina - we were offered hashish as dessert - they followed us back to the Riyad, but we shook them off before we arrived home.

The power had failed when we got back, so it was all atmospheric candle lighting. We sat up and had a little smoke and I explained my situation to the houseboy who said they thought we were French and that they'd be asking for money for sex. He, on the other hand, would quite gladly shag me for nothing if I felt the need. Which suddenly I did. Brian went to bed and shortly afterwards, followed shortly by us.