While looking at the carcasses at the market today, skinned and hanging from the ceiling with their genitalia exposed twisting a bit in the breeze, I was put in mind of an acquaintance we have made since our arrival here who can be categorically placed in the Lothario genre. Skippy, aka I-spent-two-years-in-the-Doctors Without Borders as an aid, is a pleasant looking young man with an endearing manner and a charming personality. He should have USER tattooed across his forehead and possibly his genitals as a warning to all susceptible young women. Since September last, in Fez he has taken sexual and monetary advantage of several young women (albeit from what I have heard there were no complaints about the physical side of the relationships), in the process he has hurt more than one of them quite badly and taken a large sum of money without paying it back. The present state of this tale is that after having left Fez for Rabat he has found himself now in a romantic liaison with the female version of himself! Rather like watching a snake swallow its tail. One of them will come out of this with a taste of their own medicine for sure. “You pays your money, you takes your chances.” It makes one realize where the writers get the plot lines for the soap operas.
Speaking of which, I had walked down to the nearby hanut (small shop that sells small quantities of everything) and I noticed the shopkeeper and two of his male customers were gazing upwards at the television that is situated high on the wall in the corner, enraptured. I walked in and looked upwards to see what the source of this undivided attention was – an Egyptian soap opera! Which I can tell you holds their own against Puccini’s Madame Butterfly, Tosca or Shakespeare’s Othello and Desdemona for high drama. The men noticed me and there was such a scuffing of feet and a wave of “ah hmm” and general throat noises as they quickly placed their attention anywhere but on the television. I smiled at the owner and he smiled sheepishly and I swear – blushed.