vendredi 18 janvier 2008

le marchand de tapis


New Year's Eve can be ugly.

I was in the UK with family for Christmas and so staying on for new year meant either a) going to bed early and ignoring it; b) going to an awful family party where everyone wants to leave at 10.30, but feels compelled to stay and kiss cousins at midnight; c) going to a pub where, having paid through the nose to get in, you just want to leave straight away.

This is why as the clock struck midnight, I was to be found (with Best Friend) in a strange little bar by the harbour in Essaouira, Morocco - dancing with a fairly raggedy bunch of locals and the obligatory pair of bewildered Frenchies.

Quite the night, and it lasted well into the early hours, with me and Best Friend having reached the bottom quarter of the third bottle of Bacardi (it was all they had)... I'm sure you can imagine the scene. Naturally, I remembered very little of it the next morning.

The next day, we headed off for a walk along the city walls, ostensibly to get a bit of sea air into our lungs and to wake up, but really just to get away from the awfulness of the morning-after bedroom. Passing through the medina, it seemed that most of the merchants were taking it easy and not bothering us poor fool tourists. Except for one. A lop-sided six footer dressed up as a Touareg tribesman.

"You want to see my carpets? Where you from?" He said.

Then he did a double take.

"Hey meester dancer, how are your head today?".

Oh lord. Oh no.

"We dance together big time last night. You very good mover..."

As you'd expect, I showed him what a good mover I was by moving away from the carpets, quickly. When we turned the corner, we ran, choking back the howls of laughter as we went.

I mean really. Moroccan carpet sellers. I used to have standards.

5 commentaires:

Swearing Mother a dit…

And just think, at New Year you could have been standing in Centenary Square with the rain pissing down instead.

Frankly, you did the right thing getting the hell out of town, it was grim.

Moroccan carpet seller or no, at least you got the fringe benefit.

Glad you had a good one.

Valleys Mam a dit…

I am no fan of new year either -all that bon homie or what ever.
So this year we had a "not new years eve dinner party"
Well, it wasnt that grand as its title,but was such excellent fun.
We had eight friends over , we had good wine , substantial simple food that we ate as we fancied. We played silly board games,chatted and at midnight wished each other health and hapiness.Then we jammed - several play instruments and sing and thats what we did, with more booze until around 3ish.
People eventually left around 11 ish the following day after a good full Welsh brekkie.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hello SM....you know, I did do Centenary Square once. It wasn't a new year to remember...

Unlike the new year I had to be escorted out of the back door out of an Istanbul restaurant (along with,long-suffering Best Friend again) for tucking money into the belly dancers brassiere.

How was I to know that she did it herself?

I thought I was going to be linched....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

and hello to you VM, thanks for dropping by.

Your new year sounds great to me. that's what it's all about, I guess - enjoying the company of those whose company you enjoy, and not thinking 'another year over'....

Breezy a dit…

That punchline was priceless