| Travel |
A tourist’s woe: To be duped by an unassuming local. Maybe we looked too basic, in other words, R and I pretty much looked like tourists of a certain Hello Kitty descent in the land where you either go French or Arabic. Neither? Just enjoy the ride of a detour by gangly teenagers who are also freelance psychics because our visitations are too darn predictable. Subtract 40 Dirhams. Like I said, basic. Or maybe, just maybe, my pedicure gave it away.