Today, we returned to Casablanca. It was the first real adventure of this journey, and I think it will likely be the last barring unforseen at-sea incidents.
Today we went to the bazaar.
Kusadasi - remember how I said Kusadasi was insane? Well, we went back there a few times and I spent more money and haggled more and... well, the crazy pull-and-tug-myfriendmyfriendthisway-ness of Kusadasi is like 100 years of societal evolution beyond the Casablanca Grand Casbah.
From the moment we stepped off of the shuttle bus which even the heartiest travelers among us were suspect would be a terrorist target, we were hustled, to the end as we left McDonald's (the only place we could find cold drinks and water we would trust) and a little boy was trying to sell me gum...
It's like Arabian Nights but set in one of the not-so-nice parts of Mexico, plus amazing amazing amazing Arabian/Moorish/African artifacts and crafts. It was exhausting, but certainly an education into some views on America.
More to come on this. I've got a final performance of the "pop" show to do.
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