Moroccan Hospitality

After our camel rides, we reached the Bedoin camp where we spent the night. Along with Charlie and me were Jee and Sacha, two lovely and engaging Oxford University students. We were treated to mint tea and tagine (my veggie version was absolutely delicious - the best meal I had in Morocco by far), and then entertained by a jam session of Bedoin music by the local men (who wore head scarves and flowing robes as their every day wear and not costumes). At one point the men asked us (Charlie, Jee, Sacha and me) to sing a song that we all knew. The only songs we could come up with were Bob Marley songs, but even for those, we shamefully did not know all the words, even though we thought we would and should. (Note to self, memorize Bob Marley songs when I get back in preparation for next Bedoin sing-along!)

Take a look at all the items on the round table in the photo above. One of the items on that table most likely is the culprit in giving Charlie horrendous and explosive Delhi belly the next day (and worse than anything either of us came down with in India or elsewhere).