23.10.2011 - 24.10.2011 24 °C
Sunny, October 25th
imagine walking down a skinny, winding street. now imagine some motos whizzing within inches of you, some of the drivers boys no older than eleven. a fully headscarved lady claiming her name is fatima berber is coming at you, hand outstretched with a syringe inside it (don’t worry, it’s only got henna in it!) men with long white coats and menus in hand try to entice you into their restaurant (“come lady! good food, great prices! you eat up on roof. we have shish kebap, lamb, falafel...”) grubby little children tug at your elbow silently, making their most pathetic faces and gesturing that they want the overpriced apple you just bought. it smells like incense and urine. (those puddles you just accidentally splashed through were water...right?) store owners lining the side of the alleyway who seemed to be waiting for a vulnerable tourist like you gesture into their stores at their wares, competing for your attention. suddenly, while in the act of dodging a moto, you almost get hit by an old man on his bike who, in turn, was dodging the donkey and cart headed right towards you. you hear the sounds of snake charmers (yes, yes you do, not only in movies then, are they?) and the sound of beating drums and you know that you have made it out of the souk and to the main square. but can you really expect the MAIN SQUARE of a city to be less chaotic than the city streets?