Dastardly Deed in Tangier
Lifted an entire bed blanket from Tangier hotel at risk of losing my
writing hand. In a very bold retaliatory strike, I decided just
before checkout to do the dastardly deed in spring 1979.
I had been approached at the dock, when our ferry landed from
Algeciras (Spain), by a local who said he represented government
tourism. He took me under his wing and showed me to a hotel and then
took me on tour, ostensibly to rug marketers in the Casbah, who
quickly proceeded to fleece me ( I found this out later when I asked
locals in a couscous joint what they would pay for the supposedly
handmade carpet I now owned.
Well, I guess I blamed my tour guide for this and for a slightly high
hotel rate, so what better retribution???!! Rudy, you hadn't seen a
nervous traveler like I was all the way to the airport and up until
the moment of takeoff on Air Maroc to Madrid. Crime DOES NOT pay.
This is a load off my mind! I still have the blanket today... at
parent's home. Haven't actually used it since about 1982, upon
leaving home. I found it attractive then, but for life of me,
couldn't tell you today what motif or pattern comprises the thing.
I can't really say HOW exactly I made this thing fit, but it wasn't
too difficult. I actually camouflaged the deed by making the bed in
such a way, I hoped so the housekeepers wouldn't immediately notice.
Since the gendarmes never came screaming up to the airport takeoff
ramp, I guess it must have been somewhat successful.
--Fernando
P.S. I was on 57 days terminal military leave en route from Madrid by
way of Frankfurt, Adana, Athens, Rio, Montevideo, Canal Zone, and
Honolulu.
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