So after our bad experience in Merzouga and meeting the British, we traveled with them for a while and saw the most incredible nature we otherwise would not get the chance to see.
And the story is not nearly finished. They drove us to Ouarzazate in the evening, helping us to find a hotel. From there we could easily take the bus to Marakesh.
In the evening we decided to take a short walk near our hotel. Coincidentally, we got into a tiny market with all different shops.
Since my cousin was interested in buying a typical Moroccan trousers, we went in. We were bargaining with the owner of the shop. Since I am always being precocious, I did not want to stay too long. On the other hand I needed to take my time in order to persuade the man to lower his price. You see, for him a difference of 5dh is really nothing. It is just a game. And if he has got the time- what he most certainly does- and is an honest man, he will lower the price for you. You just need to remember that time does not mean anything in this country. Take your time, do not rush the business. This is not Europe, this is the Islamic world.
Mr Ahmad Couscus, as he jokingly called himself, was in fact quite a funny guy. I guess after our experience from the desert me and my cousin were just too tired therefore were laughing a lot and became a bit more crazy than I like to be in an unknown situation. She started recording a video which at the end became a precious jewel of our trip. After the game of haggling was over, Mr Couscous poured us some tea. Just then we started chatting and realized what an amazing, well traveled, open minded and honest man he is. And it was not business anymore, it was a tea with a friend. Arabs have this tendency to swap from being a businessman to being a friend almost instantly. Of course, sometimes it is not genuine, however most of the time it comes right from their hearts. And when it does, it's priceless. He talked about his believes, about his trips to Europe and what money means to him. We kind of invited ourselves for breakfast- since he bragged what a great cook he is! And he loved the idea. We did not mind changing our plans, and quickly decided to stay one more day in Ouarzazate. We did not mind not seeing all the beauties, monuments and cities of the country as long as we are meeting incredible people. And without the bad experience in the desert, we would not see the beautiful volcanic mountains or we would not meet the dear Mr Couscous. Everything has got its purpose, and all the bad things have good in it. You just have to find it.
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