The first time I was fresh fish and tried to please my new friends grinning, fat-faced at the fake bar Harry waving my tourist cock-a-tail. Then we look for knock-off Levi's. They insist the drivers takes us to McDonalds, marble to rival Hassan II Mosque. I lick the window and stare at the sea wall. The drivers stub their cigarettes outside. The next time years later I'm lean for adventure and impatient to find my own lunch. My bicycle takes me down a side-street and I'm threatened by a man brandishing squid. They leer and laugh. It's better than Levi's and McDonalds.