Tuesday started in Tangiers with a beggar placing a curse on me. When I wouldn’t give him money, he waved his fingers at me, stared intently and said some menacing sounding words.
The curse took some time to kick in. The high speed train to the city of Rabat was great.
Although we did get on the wrong train car with all our luggage, have to get off and run to the correct car, with all our luggage.
Lunch was great. These were tagines (Morocco stew). I had the meatballs in tomatoe sauce. Under the pile of fries Jeff had chicken in preserved lemon.
The curse kicked in when we got to our Airbnb and the electric doorlock wouldn’t open. After some waiting the owner showed up with a key and a promise to come back and fix it. Once inside we realized there was no toilet paper.
Undaunted, we walked around the city.
The curse was still upon me when I picked a place for sunset drinks.
I didnt realize it was in an entirely different town until the cab went over a bridge. I didn’t realize it was a hoity toity hotel until the doorman ran a metal detector underneath the taxi.
After expensive drinks, on the way back to our Airbnb I bought toilet paper…
Which turned out to be paper towels. Our door now opened with the electric keypad. But it also set off an alarm.
Frustrated and annoyed we went to a nearby restaurant/karaoke bar. Turns out the best way to lift a Moroccan curse is with two gin and tonics and a bowl of olives.
Yikes😲
WOW that was some bad curse! I hope it’s worn off now. If not go to a Catholic Church and sprinkle yourself with holy water. That should do it. Oh wait. Probably no Catholic Church in Rabat. You’re screwed! Oh wait how about a Muslim icon. It’s all the same God. That should work too.