|The 2 Triangle Square|
After being accosted by 3 young men, one of whom was trying to inform us that his father was the king of the Kashah, we grew concerned. He nearly had us cornered in a part of town where it appeared there was no way out, but to practically run down a narrow, dark corridor.. . . into who knew what. We acted quickly and walked at lightening speed all the while realizing that we perhaps had bitten off more than we could chew with Tangier.
So, with tails between our legs and totally disorented walking through a maze of narrow streets and tiny lanes, I was so ready to leave. "But what about the museum?" Adam said with disappointment. My stomach was now gurgling with severe upset. Even with possible mugging and having our bodies dumped into the Straits of Gibraltar, it appeared Adam wasn't entirely ready to give up and he just kept hoping things would improve. I stood there looking at him, arms at my side, sweaty, tired, feeling sick...wondering what the hell planet he was living on!