The food stalls are crazy! There are around 100 stalls selling full meals, snail soup, juice and dried fruits. Each stall has two or three members of staff to try and hook tourists in.
They have a lot of ploys, from putting on ridiculous cockney accents to physically pulling you into a seat.
There also a bunch of street sellers selling things. I was in the square five minuets before a guy put a monkey on me!
After dinner we found a tour office and booked onto a Sahara tour for 7am the next morning!
Exciting!
Whilst getting ready for bed that night we had a deep discussion about a serious issue...
What would you rather?
1. Have no hands
2. Have a fat naked dumb man follow you around for the rest of your life?
After the question I was a little foolish:
Me "you know I think I would have no hands. The bonus would be I think it would drive me to get into the Paralympics."
Richard: "oh yeah what sport?"
Me "I think I would be quite good at wheelchair rugby..."
Richard. "Ummm, I'm pretty sure that's aimed at people in wheelchairs."
Me "oh shit yeah, I reckon they would still let me though?"
Richard "even though you have no hands to push the chair or catch the ball.... Idiot!"
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