Morocco III: I am a piece of bologna

I´m walking around and then I realize I´m upstairs alone with about 5 salesman all attacking, BUY! BUY! BUY! My friend saves me and says ´NO SHE DOESN¨T WANT IT!¨ (they only listen to guys), and Thug tour guide gets all mad at him and asks why my friend didn´t let me buy! So then after all of the salesmen get pissed off cuz we students don´t give them commission that they want (Thug tour guide was yelling at us to buy)! (By the way I have a picture of the Creep, owner of the rug store and me)Then next we go to a farmacy, and the owner is giving us a presentation of all of these different types of weeds/herbs and their uses. It was interesting and cheaper and many people bought stuff, like me! (fyi: Face cream, wood eyeliner...also a snake bracelet and a huge gypsy necklace) Anyhow, so we plow back through the narrow, dirty streets, me clinging to my friend, when we realize that we are alone (people were ahead or behind) and there are a ton of salesmen surrounding us shouting for us to buy their: Morrocan spoons, T-shirts, mirrors, dolls and other RANDOM paraphernalia! Buy this time, I wasn´t even looking I was hiding my face and closing my eyes. They were screaming at me ¨ OPEN YOUR EYES! LOOK! LOOK AT THIS LOVELY SPOON!¨ I was like ´no I dont want a spoon!´ THEN we finally caught up and these damn persistant vendors like flies to honey followed us all the way back to our buses and one was screaming at me, ¨what is your lowest price?¨ I was like ¨one euro for a spoon¨ He got soo mad at me and yelled, ¨YOU ARE A PIECE OF BOLOGNA!¨ HAHAH! Can you believe that!? He was so creative, I was almost proud, I stress the ALMOST! Then we loaded into the autobus and drove on out of there...we all looked at each other half dazed and confused! PHEW! And then, as we enter the ferry there are MORE freaking vendors selling things! I wanted to buy something that says Morroco, so I buy a key chain for two euro...however, I ONLY have a ten. So this man cons me out of my change by making me wait until my ferry almost leaves, so that I finally buy a Moroccan drum out of desperation to make him give me at least SOME change and stop already! Never buy anything from a street vendor unless you have EXACT CHANGE! AY! But overall it was a wicked cool (Erin´s slang from the east coast) experience, and I would totally do it again, even though we all got jipped by Thug tour guide, and Hottie knew it!