Theivery Accommodation
We've been staying in this relatively nice hotel, right in front of a famous Moroccan point break for about a week now. The place is run by Abdullah, a suave godfather type figure who wears nothing besides his cherished HUGO BOSS long-sleeve, and his brother Leslie. The younger of the two is very tall, buck toothed, beady and goes about his day cleaning with a wide dumb smile across his face. Abdullah is prone to shouting angrily at Leslie, who in turn is prone to messing up. He comes off as the kindest, most accommodating guy in the village, but seems to nice and frankly too stupid to actually get anything done.
We'd heard roomers, and witnessed enough animated skirmishes with departing guests that we were weary about theivery. I've taken care to hide my money and to always keep the doors locked, so I wasn't too concerned.
Getting home from surfing yesterday, Mark (our neighbor) said that he had woken up shortly after we'd left and seen Leslie poking around our room. He was out in a hurry after that though. Nothing was missing. Calmly, Mat went downstairs and asked him why he'd been in our room. He denied and played the too nice, too dumb routine. A little while later he came upstairs and attempted to emphasize, but his English was so bad I could hardly understand what he was saying. I told him we'd speak to his brother in the morning. He broke down sobbing and spent the next half hour wailing, running up and down the stairs, banging on walls and knocking over flower pots.

So needless to say this will be my last night at Theivery Accommodation, tomorrow I head towards Portugal.
- posted by Bill @ 05:34