Confusion

Quite a funny journey actually. Danny did us proud with his driving,
as he did drive a fair old distance. But, Matt said he would take over
the driving after a picnic just outside of Ourazazate (150km away). He
did the correct thing &; did. It was getting dark &; we were
driving along these hairpin bends with 500ft drops &; no barrier.
Danny just did nothing but complain about Matt's masculine
driving.

'You're going around a corner!!!'

'Calm it for god sake.'

'Look. None of his cornering is smooth. It's always like that as
well.'

'It's cos I've got the whole road!!'

'No. You need to go back to driving school like.'

'Worrier. Empty road. You can drive how you like.'

'You're dragging at the gear box.'

'God.'

'You know it.'

I decided to stir it by calling young Danny a mollusc, but as you could
probably gather, Dan drove the rest of the way to Marrakech.

Got back to Hotel Kenza at 10pm. Booked in, then the boys showered (I
didn't for some reason) &; then we popped down to the bar for a few
beers. There was no room in the bar when we first arrived, so we sat in
the hotel lobby, supping our ales. Whilst chilling in the leather
sofas, we were passed by at least 10 absolutely stunning women. Each
gave us a little smile as they strolled confidently into the bar. 20
minutes of that &; we decided to venture in &; stand if
necessary.

We managed to get a seat within 5 minutes. And within another 5, I had
exchanged glances with one of the ladies (there was a group of 4 or 5
all drinking together). The glances turned to cheezers, then she gave
me a wave. I waved back then continued imbibing. Continual eye contact,
then I decided we all needed a beverage. I went to the bar &; she
beckoned me over. She was super model material, mon. Quite frankly
stunning. My groin stirred &; I started shaking.

I darted over to her; she grabbed my hand, then introduced herself as
'Asthma.' Within minutes, she proclaimed 'You are very nice - I like
you a lot.' My ego tripled in size, as she was a fucking beauty.

Bought her a beer. We cuddled, gibbered &; kissed a few times. She
lives in Casablanca &; was in Marrakech on business.

'What kind of business?' I enquire.

'Work.'

'FP'

It was quite difficult communicating as she was proficient in Arabic,
French &; a little bit of Spanish. I though: a little proficient in
English, with an even lower standard of French &; Spanish.

The boys were forgotten a long time ago.

'Are you staying with your friends?'

'Yes.'

'You get a single room in hotel &; we spend night together.'

'Fairplay love. I'm up for that.'

I rushed to the reception, only to find that they had no spare rooms.
On telling Asthma this bad news, she told me not to worry. 'We will go
to a discotheque &; find a different hotel afterwards.'

Danny approached &; told us that he &; Matt were going, as they
had run out of beer.

'See ya later mon. I'm off down the Paradise Bar.'

Off he trotted. Asthma introduced me to one of her friends. Another
stunner, although not super model. I purchased a bottle of Moroccan
Rose Wine &; we imbibed. Asthma was very 'touchy, touchy, feely,
feely' all the time.

Finished the wine, so off to the nightclub. Me &; the two birds. I
felt like the Mack. When we entered the Paradise Bar, I paid for the
two ladies entry, then started wondering when Asthma was going to put
her hand in her pocket. Got a free vodka with entry though. Imbibed,
then danced &; flirted with both beauties to Arab House music.
Asthma gave me a few rubs. I gave her a few rubs &; we all seemed
very happy.

Met a roughneck geezer from Peckham.

'You're with the two fittest birds here. What are you doing
tomorrow?'

'Avoiding you, you wally.'

He left.

Another vodka down, more smooching, then Asthma asked, 'We go to hotel
soon?'

'Okay.'

'And how much for me?'

'Ay????'

'How much you pay for me? $100?'

'Alright then.'

The ladies heard a particular favourite toon &; headed for the
dancefloor. I told them, I had to go to the toilet &; would meet
them up there. I went to the coatroom, picked up my coat, ran out the
door &; got into a cab. Got back to the hotel at 4am. Skint, lonely
&; hollow.