The "bonding weekend" away with the parental units #2

Day Two

I awoke the next day somewhat confused & a touch traumatised - having spent most of my sleeping hours wavering between nausea & outbursts of maniacal laughter whilst trying to work out how & why a horse's leg could randomly fall off.

Breakfast entailed my dad getting irate about smoking indoors & phallic-shaped mystery meat sammiches which were unnervingly delicious. I never did find out what they were but they certainly gave Mr Brain a run for his money.

Our guide turned up a bit later & chaperoned our aged party (everyone else was over 60, bar the skeletal fatspo girl of indeterminable age) on a magical mystery tour of The Bahia Palace, The Koutoubia Minaret, a cat-infested garden & assorted doors along the way.
I'm still collating photoshopping the crap out of the some 400 photographs I took; they'll be uploaded on Flickr when I have time.*

Highlight of the day: getting chased around the souks by an enraged street seller for "bartering wrong".

*ETA never.