Part 4.  Let me tell you about our Tuk-tuk adventure.  On our last night, we were back in Marrakesh after 4 nights in Essaouira on the coast, (to be discussed later).  We wanted to go back into the Medina for our last dinner and eat at one of the outside "restaurants", (for lack of a better word), where one gets thrown unidentifiable and unordered food and one eats it or not.  We couldn't find a taxi so we stopped a Tuk-tuk, the little motor bikes with an attached cab made of cardboard and plastic wrap.  You think I jest?  GP and I had already experienced the Tuk-tuk in Thailand but it was a first for Grace who found it terrifying.  Our driver was a lovely, cheerful guy who took us all on but three large westerners are a bit much for one little motorized wagon.  I think we blew the friction because it was smoking up a storm.  When we were about halfway to town a second Tuk-tuk pulled up beside us and honked his horn, (which sounds like a tricycle horn by the way).  Evidently this is the signal for a Tuk-tuk drag race!  At this point our driver got this huge shit-eating grin and gunned it.  Mind you this is in the middle of thick city traffic with we three and a none too thin Moroccan driver.  IT WAS SO FUN!  GP kept telling us to not lean on the sides because, seriously, they were made of plastic wrap, and Grace was screaming "Oh My God!", and I kept yelling "Go! Go! Go!" as these two teeny Tuk-tuks swerved and squeezed in between trucks and cars and horse-drawn carriages.  As we came up to the center square our driver was so hyped up he

Grace's phone shots

the driver

the other Tuk-tuk passing us!

didn't stop at the sidewalk but took us into the square, squealing around pedestrians, honking at bikers and donkeys.  When we finally stopped, Grace scrambled out of the cab before the brakes had stopped smoking.  GP had so much fun he over tipped the driver.  Did I mention it was SO MUCH FUN!?
xxoo me