Tangier
Within 10 minutes of landing in Tangier, Moroccan customs officials seized both of filmer Zach Chamberlin’s VX1000s. We had no idea that you need an official government permit to film in Morocco. Instead of filming, we entertained ourselves by exploring the city, bombing hills, and enjoying Tangier’s finest arts and culture.
Each day Zach returned to customs and tried everything in his power to get our cameras back; bribery, extortion, forged documents, blackmail, and reverse psychology. We even had local Moroccan skaters plead our case in Arabic, but to no avail.
On our last day in Tangier, Zach entered our apartment with a loud cheer after a final last minute solo mission to customs. Zach must have consumed the right amount of hash and coffee that morning because somehow he convinced the customs agent working that day to give the cameras back no strings attached.
Rabat
In Rabat we noticed many Moroccans wearing a traditional but mysterious Arabic hooded cloak called a ‘djellaba.’ The outfit piqued our interest and anyone wearing a pointy cloak was soon designated as a ‘hash wizard.’ Hash wizards are assumed to possess strong and potentially volatile powers.
Casablanca
Casablanca, Morocco’s largest city, is buzzing with energy. Our downtown apartment here was named ‘The Hash Palace.’ The interior of the apartment looked like an exotic oil painting. Except for the ceilings. They were completely dusted from hash and tobacco smoke after our brief stay.
Morocco, like most Muslim countries, is strict about alcohol. As a result, this was the most civilized Snack trip ever. Instead of ordering beer, we ordered at least 20 different juices each time we sat down to eat. We were all trying to one up each others smoothie game. But whenever the drinks came, nobody ever got what they ordered because the waiters only spoke Arabic.
Marrakesh
Marrakesh has one of Morocco’s biggest medinas. A medina is a narrow maze of twisted walls and alleys that serve as archaic city centers. One of our daily routines was getting lost in the medinas. Sometimes for fun and sometimes really getting lost.
One day we met a street hustler named Kareem in the medina who invited us back to his home for a smoke. After rolling a couple joints of bammer weed and hash, Kareem tried to charge an outrageous fee for his services. We then realized that Kareem’s full name must be ‘Kareem Scam-bell.’
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