Morocco bound!

[lonelywombat]

Now I have had time to think, one thing that stuck in my mind from that forum, was to sit at a table for coffee or a drink with an open packet of cigarettes and lighter

I am a non smoker as a few on that forum were. But they claimed it paid off as a conversation starter

It gives them a reason or excuse to approach

Excuse the funny but do Arab boys prefer Camel or Cowboy[Marlboro]

I am so jealous.

[catawampuscat]

I am sure wombat meant to say envious and not jealous , but I did enjoy the reference to the Camels. One hump
or two?
Some French gay videos by Cadinot excelled in the portrayal of young Arabs and I recall one took place
in an Arab bazaar and bath houses but maybe there weren't in Morocco. The northern African Arabs are much hotter
than the hairy buggers we see in Pattaya mostly from the Gulf and Saudi.. :cat:

[lonelywombat]

I am sure wombat meant to say envious and not jealous , but I did enjoy the reference to the Camels. One hump
or two?
Some French gay videos by Cadinot excelled in the portrayal of young Arabs and I recall one took place
in an Arab bazaar and bath houses but maybe there weren't in Morocco. The northern African Arabs are much hotter
than the hairy buggers we see in Pattaya mostly from the Gulf and Saudi.. :cat:

I am not sure if Chaleurs [Sex oasis] is the same one that springs to my mind
Here is the story line and a link to the gallery of actors. The automatic translation leaves a bit to be desired but you will get the idea
http://translate.google.com/translate?h ... n%26sa%3DG

Summary

A young tourist breaks down from gasoline in the Saharan desert, It leaves to research help. In the oasis nearest, two tourists appreciate the legendary Arab hospitality lavished by their guide. Its hands are eloquent on its intentions towards their buttocks rebounded under the shorts, young people taste the famous Maghrebian specialities!

In the desert, our broken down motorist succumbs to an insolation. A young Bedouin discovers it inert. He transports it in his kasbah and lay down it on the litter. The small prince of the desert out of grip for this fair foreigner. He must fight with his two cousins to protect the young man disappeared against their greediness He recovers quickly thanks to the vigilant care from his saver. A letter and the elder brother, quite as fair, arrives. A robust camel driver with the commercial ebony skin him the race against the most rebounded part of its body. Arrived at the oasis, it is only with the two cousins. To change clothing, in all ingenuity, it exhibe in front of these two obsessed, an adorable pink bottom and it is pinned like a butterfly. But it is necessary to return to the country. To thank it, the brothers invite the rescuer. Sumptuous arrival: all the friends are with the reception in the honor of the survivor. Each one finds his/her boy friend, only, the young shepherd remains with the variation. Its protected is sent in the air in the cellar. With sadness, it leaves the house where it lost its illusions.

A young tourist breaks down from gasoline in the Saharan desert ...

... and from there on it's pretty much a standard Cadinot porn flick ie. rape after rape after rape

[andrewcraig]

Thank you for your post wombat.

Reading that was like reading LMTU, does'nt make the slightest sense.

Rape after rape after rape sounds like porno.

Cadinot surely cannot be accused of that

surely they are all documentaries

Excuse me I am typing one handed

[Dboy]

Excuse me I am typing one handed

Oh my


Dboy

[Marsilius]

Well, I got back on Friday after a week in Morocco - three days in Marrakesh and four in Agadir.

Having been to various moslem countries around the Mediterranean - Tunisia, Egypt, Jordan (maybe not "Mediterranean" - but you know what I mean: it's in the area!) and Turkey - I can say that Morocco feels definitely the most secular one so far. From what I read, that's largely because the late King Hassan was very pro-western (even suggesting, at one point, that Morocco ought to join the European Union!)

Furthermore, if you dig around on the internet you will find several references to widespread rumours that the current king, Hassan's son, had a gay past while a student in Belgium where he is said to have been often seen cruising gay bars (he has since married - but I guess that's the sort of thing a king is expected to do!)

Anyway, what of the trip?

Marrakesh: Very hot at this time of year (especially in the early afternoon). A blast of hot air suddenly literally hits you in the face from nowhere as you climb the roads through the Atlas mountains on the approach from Agadir (a four hour drive). The city is very scenic - especially the old souks where, however, it is very easy to get disorientated and lost. (Thank goodness for that young man who then took us in hand to guide us out again for a few coins!) Re. the gay ambiance, we saw nothing quite as overt as did lonelywombat (see above), but I can well believe what he has to say. The activities in the main square after dark are amazing. As soon as the sun goes down, it seems that every male in the city - and especially every young male - is out there watching the free entertainment (or, from this particular observer's point of view, providing it.) As well as the snake charmers, fortune tellers, professional story tellers and musicians, I especially enjoyed watching an apparently willowy and puny teenager challenging all comers to boxing matches (no gloves!) and winning every bout, prompting serial monetary collections among the crowd. There is certainly a great deal of eye contact and body contact going on in the huge crowds. My companion and I were followed around for more than 20 minutes by one especially persistent young man who seemed to be more interested in the snakes in our trousers than the ones in the charmers' baskets - and who only gave up when he saw that we were not playing ball(s). From the square, we took a 40 minute walk to the Cafe des Nogociants (appropriate name) where the city's money boys reputedly hang out. Sipping our drinks out on the pavement seating, we were soon openly propositioned by a nice young man but, in the immortal words of the old News of the World, we made our excuses and left. Apparently things get going big time at the C des N at about 11pm and we weren't prepared to stay out that long.

Agadir: Beautiful climate. Hot sun with great cool breezes straight off the Atlantic. Agadir itself is dreary (virtually all rebuilt after a 1960s earthquake) but the young men - of whom there are hundreds, each seemingly better looking than the last, are just stunning. It really was hard to find a plain one (and there is, I think, no such thing as an overweight young Moroccan man - the western problem of obesity obesity has yet, it seems, to reach North African youth.) Unlike Marrakesh, where dress is either traditional and unrevealking or just standard jeans/T-shirt, most Agadir boys seem to spend much of the day, when they are not working, relaxing in beachwear. Very nice! The very long, very clean (beautifully fine sand) and overall very pleasant beach, which heaves with boys and young men who play all sorts of games including flirting outrageously with the tourists every afternoon, provides enough fuel for a lifetime of wet dreams. (The much smaller number of women/girls tend to keep to themselves.)

Overall, a great holiday. As several people said to me in advance, unless you are a determined sun worshiper, two weeks would be too long. Certainly more than three days in Marrakesh (which is a comparatively small place) might be tedious. But as a week's break, very easily reached from Europe (a 3 - 4 hours flight from the UK) Morocco has a great deal to commend it and I will definitely be visiting again.

And those boys!!!!!

[llz]

This is what I call a trip report ! ! ! Thank you.
In what way do you rate Morocco higher than Tunisia ?

[Marsilius]

It may not be a fair comparison.

When we visited Tunisia, maybe 15 years ago, we were much poorer than we are now and coulfd not afford to do all the things we wanted or stay in such nice places as we did in Morocco. Also, at that point, we were unused to the Arab culture - features such as aggressive bartering, physical manhandling of customers into shops, virtual refusal to let one go until a purchase had been made, etc. felt very intimidating.

I still think, though, that (a) the Tunisian beaches were not as attractive and were most definitely dirtier (uncollected camel dung!), (b) the local people were not as tourism-focused and, as a result, not as friendly to westerners, (c) the pervasive secularism and hedonism that was apparent in Morocco just wasn't in evidence there. Maybe life is just harder in Tunisia - the disposition of the people certainly made it seem that that was likely!

... the Tunisian beaches were not as attractive and were most definitely dirtier (uncollected camel dung!),

Do camels enjoy sea-bathing?