Freedom! (in your best Mel Gibson Braveheart voice)
Okay so I got permission to leave the country. It’s a typed four-line printout that I could have duplicated in an hour. It looks easier than manufacturing a fake stamp for a Le Club matinee (back in the day). I still need to get someone to translate it for me so that I can be sure there’s no hiccups though.
Anyway I went up to Rabat and met up with some Slovenians (not to be confused wth Slovakians) I’d met in the Casa hostel. In the hostel in Rabat I also met up with a group of Aussies. I also ran into a bra from Rabat that I’d met at the Gnawa Festival and ended up going for supper to his friends with the Aussies and the Slovenians in tow. Also a French 17-year old lightie who was staying in the hostel with his family went along.
Anyway the supper was late but great (normal in Morocco) and we ended up chilling the night on some rooftop somewhere. Music – strangeness – beautiful – bunch of characters people – lots of laughing for no reason (all normal in Morocco).
When we got back to the hostel the next morning, they chucked us out. Apparently the French kid hadn’t let his parent know where he was even though we checked with him a gazillion times that they were okay with him staying out and he had a cellphone on him.
Chucked out of a fucken youth hostel – made to pay for a night I didn’t sleep there including a breakfast I didn’t have. We took photos and went out different ways. I came back to Mehdia to sleep, get my laundry done and shower and greet the ocean – basically wash off the crazy part of Morocco.
Deciding what to do – again.
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