A typical Saturday night.
It was about half past midnight and I was four beers deep when I left El Saalam, one of the few clubs that serves liquor off of Jemaa el-Fnaa, the place where I shot this video.
Halfway home, a guy saw me checking my map and offered to help. I read on guide sites that this was a popular scam, I just kept walking. He followed as a friend joined him, two on my tail.
I kept ignoring them, the twisty alleyways were dark, all of the shops closed. The only others out seemed to know my two new friends.
One of them ran an ongoing monologue about how he was an honest man, he wasn’t going to cheat me, he wasn’t stupid.
We got to a point where I knew that it was the wrong way and by this time three more men were behind me.
The hotel had given me a cell phone, a Bat signal for when I was lost. I stopped, yelled at the talker to shut up, and called Ibrahim at the front desk. I handed the orange plastic phone to the quieter of the two.
The guys behind just stayed still while the talker was visibly upset. He yelled that he wasn’t stupid and that he would break my ear. I pondered what that even meant when the calm one gave me back the phone. Ibrahim assured me that they’d course correct and we were on our way.
By now, six men surrounded me in this tiny dark passage. I saw the left turn needed and made for it. Ibrahim opened the door, I turned and gave fifty dirham, about five bucks, to calm guy and slammed the thick iron gate. I heard a fist pound the door.
Ibrahim offered me some tea, but I just went to my room and ate a Three Musketeers that I had in my suitcase.
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