Got to Marrakech on a very hot Sunday. Went straight to the Hotel, showered in a huge marble tub and went out to the souk. Walk through all the alleys and narrow streets breathing those wonderful scents, colors and sounds. Got some hash from a local vendor, smoked it in a miniature narguile and kept walking in a wonderful daze... couldn't believe my eyes. Bought some strange, colorful pastries that tasted like a slice of heaven (maybe because of the hash?) and kept walking forever... I felt observed, maybe because of my tattoos, maybe because it was Ramadan and I was eating like a pig? Who knows...
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