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I successfully managed to meet up with my travel companions in Algecieras, Spain where we boarded a ferry for Tangier, Morocco. Two and a half hours later we are on African soil.....not bad. We caught the night train to Marrakesh, a tremendously comfortable 12 hour excursion, what with the leering men and the 30 Euros we saved by not paying for sleeper accomadations. At one point I had fallen asleep, all by my little own lonesome, only to awake with a man 12 inches from my face engaged in what could only be charitably described as the creepiest-death-sex stare ever. Luckily (or unluckily in a wanting no bodily harm to come to me kind of way) no one blinked an eye when confronted with my freaked out yelp. This was my one bit of sleep not interrupted by the train cops who would bang on the rack above our heads, point to our backpacks and bellow "no sleep" every hour on the hour. Seriously, they can have my grimy clothes, my rank undies and my few possesions....for the love of Allah I just want some sleep. We arrive in one piece and catch a petite taxi ( a tiny little hatchback, not to be confused witht the grande taxis, which are without fail mercedes) to our hotel. A triple, including breakfast and a hammam( described to me as a traditional bath where you are scrubbed by a tiny man with a big brush, which strangely enough we all declined) was less than 10 euros a night. I am beggining to like this country, creepy men aside. We set off to check out the center square with its bazaar. It is so unlike any place I have ever been before. Snake charmers, women in veils, stall of spices and live chickens, bangels and knockoff merchandise and cart after cart offering fresh squeezed orange juice. The markets are so mindbending it really ended up being our only activity for the day. The afternoon was spent drinking bad wine in a hotel bar and playing cards ( thanks to my family for the hearts training...I kicked ass). Crazily enough a heavily Islamic country doesn't have a lot of venues for drinking....go figure. At the hotel bar we met an American guy and a Moroccoan he had been hanging out with, and we all ate in the square at the little booths that pop up every evening. It is literally a little resteraunt city, errected every evening and gone by morning. After that they invitied us to an Irish pub, and as I had been to an Irish pub in every country I have visited so far, I figure why not. I can now say I have many answers to that deceptively simple question, "why not". Well firstly..the little Irish pub is in fact this bif Morrocon club type thing. And my travel companion and I are the ONLY women in it. Ok...no worries...there are only 15 or so people in the bar. We'll have a drink so as not ot offend our hosts and then go....Right// One beer later there are 80 or so men in the club...we are the only Americans and the only women. I'm sure we don't stick out that much. One more beer and I realize that there are women in the club to keep us company, only that their company is very much for sale. We are now not the only women in the bar, we are the only women that are not hookers. Right. Check please. Thus ends the Moroccan night life portion of our experiment.....