Obviously, sharing a tiny flat in Paris with only one bed, belonging to an (apparently) handsome Frenchman in a rather dodgy part of the city, somewhat set the tone for the trip.
Arrival at Marrakesh and settling in
went reasonably smoothly. By Monday evening it was plain that
Emanuel was besotten by a waiter, a 6'6" handsome negro from
Paisly, Sophie was keen on King Hassan's sister-in-law's son, and
Martin had fallen in love with a local called Gertrude, a
high-class racing camel from Saudi belonging to Prince Abdul abul
bul A'meer.
Emmanuel's love-affair was brought to a dramatic close on Tuesday morning when the waiter ran off with Prince Abdul's left-half-brother but she soon found comfort in about 4 pints of Gin & Tonic and King Hassan's sister-in-law's son. (Sophie still doesn't know about this so don't tell her). Martin and Gertrude were keen to arrange a wedding but Prince Abdul was reluctant to free the elegent camel.
This changed on
Wednesday evening when Sophie was kidnapped and held for randsom
by the waiter's wife, an ex-blonde from a small isolated village
in Frankfurt. Sophie was rescued by a combination of Gertrude's
second-cousin (an SAS major) and low cunning; as a reward to the
family, Prince Abdul released Gertrude from service, who
immediately eloped with Elvis who had been running a chip shop in
Marakesh. Martin was devasted, and it took him several hours to
recover under the ministrations of a local houri.
On Thursday things
began to get a little complicated. The tattoo on Sophie's inner thumb (showing
the location of the bidet given to Eva Brown on the day before her wedding)
had been copied by Gertrude during a night of betrayal and passion, and in turn
it had been stolen by Elvis's ex-brother and casual golf-player, Mohammed Ali
Mohammed Baba Mohammed Mohammed. Sophie and Emmanuel by this stage had found
comfort in each other's company, little knowing that each was trying to sell
the other to King Hassan's late great-great grandfather for "several tens
of working camels" (as one source put it).
I can't really remember
what happened to the rest, except that it seemed to involve two Germans, a camel-reproduction
expert from Dubai and a half/half Llama/Dromedary calf.
We are trying to recover now, and if anyone knows of a good VD clinic that specialises in camel-borne diseases we'd all like to know (symptoms are spots on the face, neck and arms).
The True Story (well, sort of) with bonus pictures.
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