Morocco has a reputation for being a place where drugs are easy to come by. We’ve been here for two weeks, and until today, other than a very occasional whiff of marijuana, we’ve seen or been aware of no drugs. Today changed all that. Today Matt was approached NINE times by young men inquiring whether he wanted to buy any hashish! We can’t for the life of us figure out why today, why him, why now. Matt is a clean-cut looking, clean-cut living guy. He of course declined each time. As sunset approached tonight, we wandered to the west-facing wall of the medina with a bottle of wine and sat on the wall for an hour awaiting the sunset. A man approached, three times, inquiring whether we wanted to buy some cookies. He described the dozen different kinds of cookies his wife had baked, then pointed to the last row of “happy cookies” – those containing hashish! We laughed, shook our heads no, and tried to send him on his way. He was persistent, laughing, friendly and funny. But still he was disappointed with our lack of interest. This is the “holy day” here – Friday – what gives?????
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