The food budget took a further pounding after I worked out the ratio of olives to red wine. An extra bottle was purchased after my brother (Uncle D) turned up with more olives. We all acknowledged that his wee tub from Marks and Spencers was a bargain compared to the Mediterranean market where they clearly count on our Britishness to not make a fuss. There was no doubt that we had been robbed. The last time I tried to fight back was in Marrakesh. I wanted to buy one rastafarian bunnet with hair attached, for 1 dirham. I gave the stallholder 10 dirham for which he had no change. He asked his nephews to man the stall while he went to get change. He walked into the crowd, holding my tenner high and never came back again. By the time we had waited 15 minutes, the nephews were no longer nephews and claimed they had never seen the man in their lives. I declared that if they didn't know him, they wouldn't mind if I took 10 dirham worth of rastafarian hats. I selected 10 and ran off with them, to the amusement of a large crowd who had gathered to watch the scene.
The equivalent in Fort William would have been to grab his large bowl of olives and head off up the High Street, but I'm older now and it's more embarrasing on ones own back door - they know that.
We had a great night out, drinking red wine, eating olives, sun dried tomatoes and most appropriately - Morrocan Lamb Tagine........delicious.
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