“Ride a camel? Magic carpet? Pointy shoes? Mint Tea? Gucci Handbag sir? Shine your shoes geezer…cockney charm? Brother has a very nice hotel? No!? I have Taxi very rapide. Sprechen Zie Deutch? Ich bin ein Berliner. Geben Sie mir zehn Euro? Nein. Hmmm…. Gold? Silver? As you like…welcome to Morocco” and that was just the old man at passport control. Morocco has a wealth of natural charm and the potential for fantastic short breaks, but the constant sales pitch can leave a nasty taste in your mouth.
